As soon as these words were spoken, the entire grand hall fell silent.
Little Xiao Qingyan, who was tugging at her father's sleeve and ready to make a complaint, suddenly raised her head upon hearing this.
Her delicately carved face was filled with disbelief.
Her small mouth slightly open, her eyes rounded in astonishment.
She looked at her father with a serious expression, then at the peculiar human star in front of her, her little head full of giant question marks.
What is her father talking about?
Not...a person of this era?
What does that mean?
Is he from a very faraway place?
Or...from the future?
With her limited understanding, young Long Qingyan couldn't fully grasp the meaning of these words.
But her father's unprecedented serious tone instinctively made her realize that this person in front of her, the one who flicked her forehead, seemed extremely extraordinary.
