"Who I am doesn't matter."
Kong sat cross-legged, fixing his gaze on Ling Feng with a calm expression, "What matters is, like him, you too possess the Blood of the Emperor."
Ling Feng felt intimidated by Kong's stare, filled with doubts that when they reached his lips, he had no idea where to begin.
"It seems I have been waiting for you for quite a while."
Kong raised an eyebrow, confusing Ling Feng even more.
"You, waiting for me?" Ling Feng pointed to his nose, "You knew I would come?"
"Strictly speaking, it was this fellow here who knew you would come." Kong pointed to the withered corpse beside him, speaking indifferently, "The Heavenly Dao's Son always has too many incomprehensible abilities. Haven't you mastered a few Divine Patterns yourself, yet still fail to understand?"
Ling Feng took in a sharp breath, realizing that Kong knew all about the secret of the Emperor's Eye. This showed his close relationship with the long-dead Heavenly Dao's Son.
