The suddenly quiet air seemed like a tease of fate, bringing memories Zhang Fan had never possessed, leaving him utterly astonished.
"Why were you there when my mom gave birth to me?"
Zhang Fan's expression turned peculiar as he muttered, re-evaluating the youngest Celestial Master on Zhongnan Mountain before him.
"I had the same master as your mom, back then when she was young, she once clandestinely... learned from Zhongnan Mountain."
Ye Beichen spoke softly but still failed to unravel Zhang Fan's doubts.
"Then what was my dad doing when my mom was giving birth to me?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.
Ye Beichen's expression slightly tightened, his eyelids lifted lightly, he deeply looked into Zhang Fan's eyes and uttered two words.
"Killing!"
Zhang Fan was startled by this, his heart turned cold, yet his blood boiled and he couldn't help but recall what Bai Yujing had once told him.
