As his facial features decomposed, Leon chuckled at his reaction and continued.
"This little friend here already understood. My real name is Lin Yao, a cultivator stranded in this world of magic."
It may sound a little surprising or even surreal for the others, but to him, Leon... No! Lin Yao's words rumbled and crashed in his mind with the strength of a tsunami.
Despite his shock, the aged king continued, the green flash in his eyes intensifying with each word he spoke until it engulfed their previous gray sheen.
"I was the heir of the Yǒngcháng village. Special since birth, my family showered me with love and care."
He saw Lin Yao's lips curled into a wistful smile, a reminiscent expression flashing in his now jade green eyes. But he frowned at the man's face, swearing it had subtly changed.
But he shrugged the detail off, focusing on the next part of the story.
