Watching Ning Fan's elongated face, the old man smiled wryly and said, "If I had been like you back then, I wouldn't have ended up like this today."
Ning Fan playfully said, "Quick, tell me your story with the Pharaoh. Make me happy."
The old man jokingly scolded, "You brat, you have no sympathy for old people and deliberately pick at old wounds."
"Come on, old man. Neither of us is that sentimental."
Having cultivated to Ning Fan's Realm, one's heart has been tempered through countless trials, not to mention the old man whose cultivation is even higher.
"I am the half-brother of the current Pharaoh. Because I'm older, according to the royal inheritance law, the future Pharaoh's throne should have been mine as the eldest son."
"But on the eve of my ascension, I suddenly received news of the Fire Worship Cult's invasion and learned that Nakta was trapped. So..."
Hearing the three words Fire Worship Cult, Ning Fan suddenly remembered those three Saintesses.
