Han Yi and Ye Feng carefully observed the child who appeared to be five or six years old, holding a two-meter-long battle lance in his hand.
The lance was rusty and stained with blood. The child's features were exquisite and lovely, with incredibly delicate skin. The dirt and blood on his face couldn't conceal his cuteness.
Han Yi couldn't understand how a child could exist here, in the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss.
Ye Feng smiled slightly at the child. In Han Yi's eyes, the child seemed ordinary, as he couldn't sense any True Essence fluctuations or cultivation from him—just a normal little boy. The boy gradually walked towards Ye Feng and Han Yi, and upon seeing his adorable appearance, Han Yi let down his guard.
Han Yi looked at the boy and asked, "Little friend, why are you here alone? Where are your parents?"
The boy looked at Han Yi with a wary expression, his face very serious, as he tightly gripped his lance.
