He instantly recognized the old man. His face was identical to that of the Martial Emperor's Divine Thought that had emerged from between Qi Cheng's brows back in Ancient Yang City.
A cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes. "That's right," he said apathetically. "I am Qi Tuo. Speak! What happened? Where is my grandson, Qi Cheng?"
Elder Tianyi's expression immediately froze. As if hiding some unspeakable secret, he stammered, not daring to speak. "Young Master Qi... Young Master Qi, he..."
"What happened to him?"
At the sight, a chill shot through Qi Tuo's heart. A dreadful premonition surfaced, and he lost his initial calm, his voice turning furious.
Gasping for breath, Elder Tianyi's face flushed crimson. A pained expression twisted his features as he rasped, "Senior... Young Master Qi... he... he was possessed."
It was as if saying this drained Elder Tianyi of all his strength, leaving him completely limp.
