The gray eyeball of the Heavenly Ancestor Spirit focused and glanced at the source of power that helped him maintain his consciousness.
"Senior, I have a question." Kong Yuhen was very polite.
At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou clearly saw a hint of a playful glint flash through the Heavenly Ancestor's gray eyes.
"I'm... not... senior..."
What did he mean by that?
Xu Xiaoshou didn't understand.
Kong Yuhen was also quite taken aback, but he did not dwell on this. Instead, he changed the topic and asked.
"Who am I?"
This was truly a philosophical question!
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the amnesiac who had inherited the two images of time and space, and then at the drooping eyes of the Heavenly Ancestor Spirit. He eagerly awaited the answer.
If even God could not give an answer, then Kong Yuhen probably never find an answer!
The deathly silence lasted for a long time.
The chaos world rippled once again.
