His voice was still hoarse, yet filled with power, "Since you were sent by Old Hong, I have nothing to hide anymore!"
Jiang Chengyue straightened his back, as if unburdened of a heavy weight, his gaze becoming sharp and resolute.
"The source of everything, all the evil, all the pursuits... they all come from the ancestor of our Jiang Family."
Jiang Chengyue's voice was like a blade tempered by ice, each word firm and unyielding:
"Jiang Taixuan!"
Jiang Taixuan?
This name sent a chill through Wei Banmeng and the others' hearts.
That Stabilizing Needle?
The legendary Martial Saint who burned his origin a century ago to protect Glazed Light City?
The hero of fifty years ago?
Jiang Chengyue did not pause, he stared into Fang Qingyu's eyes, throwing out an earth-shattering question:
"Do you know how old our 'Stabilizing Needle', 'legendary hero', is now?"
