Ancestor?
If I, Ai Cangsheng, were enamored with the Ancestor Realm, why would I remain stagnant, quietly observing the changes of the sky for thirty years?
"Shaa, shaa..."
The sand rushed across my feet.
Ai Cangsheng's expression remained unfazed; everything seen through the Eyes of the Great Path seemed as illusory as a dream.
The words of Cursed Yin could tempt anyone under the heavens, but could not sway his Dao heart in the slightest.
In this desolate place.
Without much hesitation, after hearing Cursed Yin's deceitful words, Ai Cangsheng slowly took out a palm-sized rag doll from his bosom.
It was a very exquisite doll, dressed in a long black dress, with a flower pinned in its hair and crescent-moon-shaped eyes, extremely adorable.
"Xiaoxiao..."
"Take a nap, rest for a while, I must face the battle."
Grasping the doll with one hand, Ai Cangsheng's expression showed not a hint of reluctance.
