"You..." Gu Qingheng couldn't hide the shock on his face. Seventeenth generation descendant? Why does this feel so horrifying?
"Back then, Zhao Cheng imprisoned King Kang, but at that time, not only did he hide the treasure, he also sent his youngest son away," Song San took a breath, "That's how the bloodline was preserved."
"Then how do you prove you are a descendant of King Kang?"
"Naturally, there is a token of inheritance," Song San raised his eyebrows slightly, "Someday you will know."
Alright then! Gu Qingheng stopped talking.
"Gu Qingheng, this world originally belonged to our Zhao Family," Song San curled his lips, "What's wrong with me taking it back?"
"Heh." Qi Jingyun, who had been silent, suddenly laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Song San looked at Qi Jingyun.
