Zhao Letian always felt that there was something odd about the identity of this Golden Flood Dragon phantom.
Because he couldn't quite believe that the ancestors of Dajin Country would have absolutely no affection for him, their descendant.
Even if numerous generations had passed and the kinship of blood had long since diluted, at the very least, the ancestors of Dajin Country should show a little concern upon seeing their descendant, should they not? Shouldn't they care about the current state of Dajin Country?
After all, this was the foundation that the ancestors of Dajin Country had established. It was highly unlikely that they wouldn't ask a single question and instead, come out of the blue with the sole intent of killing Zhao Letian, right?
"It seems that I can't conceal it from you after all. As expected of that old thief's descendant, all of you from the Ye Family are deep schemers."
The Golden Flood Dragon Martial Soul revealed a wry, anthropomorphic smile.
