The Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and the Primordial Qilin had just left Mount Ling when two figures flew towards them: one was the Four Dissimilars, the other was the Golden-Winged Roc.
"Father!" exclaimed the Four Dissimilars, rushing over excitedly.
The Primordial Qilin, who had transformed into a handsome young man, had a smile on his face, but also a touch of helplessness. The presence of the Four Dissimilars at Mount Ling clearly meant they were embroiled in this calamity.
The Golden-Winged Roc was staring at Yuan Feng before asking, "Are you my mother?"
Yuan Feng sighed, "It was my sin that caused you to suffer."
The Golden-Winged Roc said, "With Kong Xuan around, I didn't have much trouble. It's just a pity that Kong Xuan has been captured by Moluo and taken beyond this realm."
Yuan Feng's expression changed, revealing her worry.
