The two were looking at each other on the minaret's top floor. Neither of them said a word. The scene fell into a dead silence. An ordinary person would probably feel awkward at this moment. Fortunately, neither Chen Heng nor the old man was an ordinary person, at least on the surface.
Chen Heng stood quietly with a smile on his face. Though the old man did not respond to him, he did not feel awkward and just stared at the old man, waiting quietly for an answer.
At the same time, he could feel his bloodline throbbing in his body. The throbbing of the royal bloodline was one of the several primogenitor bloodlines.
'That bloodline was…'
Chen Heng suppressed the bloodline in his body as he pondered. It was not until a moment later that he came to a realization. In an instant, the blood in his body was boiling, radiating in all directions like the sun.
