"Your godfather?"
Su Yie's expression was peculiar as he asked in astonishment.
In the Ancient Wilderness, the person he could never see through was Li Huahun's father, the Silver-faced Man of the Immortal Scorching Ridge.
Even he, having reached the Ascendance of the Primordial Gold Immortal, recalled the Silver-faced Man as unfathomable.
"Yes, he didn't specify the reasons,"
Li Huahun nodded, his face relaxed.
The child in the bellyband really annoyed him; many times, he had wanted to strangle him, but due to his father's imposing authority, he could only endure.
"What does your father mean by this?"
Looking at the child in Su Yie's arms, Nan Xiaopao couldn't help but ask.
Why did she feel like an extra hat had been placed on her head?
Li Huahun shook his head, "What that old undying intends, I can't guess."
His tone shifted, tinged with a trace of resentment, "Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"
Su Yie looked down at the belly-banded child.