"Dad?"
Looking at the little guy in front of him, less than 1.5 meters tall, with a striking resemblance to himself, and a pair of tender dragon horns on his forehead, Ying Yue was a bit confused: "This... is this my son?"
The little guy seemed a bit shy, pinching the corner of his clothes with his small hands. After a cautious glance at Ying Yue, he quickly lowered his head again, looking very nervous.
Seeing him like this, Ying Yue couldn't help but laugh. He could feel the pure bloodline connection between the little guy and himself, something that couldn't be faked!
Which means the little guy is indeed his child, with his blood flowing through him, without a doubt!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but step forward, picking up the little guy, and asked with a smile, "Little guy, how old are you, and what's your name?"
"My name is Ying Lie, and I'm 1298 years old this year!"
