The Black Monkey spoke nonchalantly, his demeanor as carefree as a cloud.
At this moment, he seemed like a benevolent old man, engaged in homely chatter with a teenager.
"The Dragon God Sect... it has been passed on for two hundred and ninety-eight generations now."
Jun Moxiao, only fourteen or fifteen years old and possessing a youthful impulsiveness, didn't think too deeply in the moment and blurted out the information.
"Oh!"
The Black Monkey nodded gently, then watched Jun Moxiao attentively, a kind smile on his face.
This is bad.
In Jun Moxiao's mind, Ye Yun suddenly sighed.
