Wei Zihong spoke like this, and Zhang Yan smiled slightly, not insisting. With his eyesight, there was no need to lift the bangs to see a distinct mark on the forehead resembling a closed eyelid, which was remarkably similar to what Sect Leader Qin had described as "Three Eyes."
He was already certain in his heart that this child was indeed the person he was seeking.
He glanced at the white monkey on Wei Zihong's shoulder. Without this spirit beast blocking the way of forest beasts along the journey, it would not have been so easy to reach this place.
This little monkey meant well, but it had ruined his arrangements.
Zhang Yan shook his head, as this was an unintentional act, and it was not worth delving deep into it. He flicked his finger, and an Elixir Pill flew out, landing in front of the white monkey.
Unexpectedly, the little white monkey squeaked and shook its head repeatedly, just clutching Wei Zihong's clothes tightly.
