"This... this..."
Zhao Ri was dumbfounded and couldn't speak.
Although he always felt something was odd, the facts were right in front of him, leaving no room for disbelief.
Besides the Ancestral King, who else could command the Nine Golden Crows, and who else could control this Heaven-Burning Mirror?
"Zhao Ri, pays respect to the Ancestral King!"
In the end, reason prevailed over emotion, and this mysterious young man knelt down before Qin Chuan.
"Crack crack crack!"
At this moment, the Bronze Coffin began to tremble violently as if the lid could no longer contain it.
In the sky, lightning flickered, and on this Rising Sun, an invisible emotion seemed to pervade.
Zhao Ri didn't notice this scene.
But Qin Chuan did.
Instantly, he had a rough idea—this fellow he had tricked into kneeling was probably the reincarnation of that Ancestral King!
The coffin was empty.
