As soon as the words were spoken, the spacious hall fell silent.
In this silence, Lin Chen met Zheng Chuanhai's gaze. Their eyes met in mid-air, and although it was difficult to fathom Zheng Chuanhai's intention, from his gaze, which seemed to radiate with heat and excitement, Lin Chen could tell this was not a joke.
"What... do you mean?"
"Don't misunderstand."
Zheng Chuanhai smiled faintly. In this chuckle, he stood up and brushed the hair from his forehead before saying, "Don't misunderstand, I do not have that kind of preference. It's just that we need your body as a vessel to welcome the return of the Ancestor."
Ancestor? Return?
Lin Chen furrowed his brow even tighter, previously, while in a state of weakness, he also heard what Zheng Chuanhai called that old man. Naturally, the one sitting on the chair was who Zheng Chuanhai referred to as the Ancestor.
But what did this have to do with him?
"Curious? You'll find out soon enough."
