Sensing Zhang Dongbi’s dazed gaze on his bald head, anger inexplicably rose in Zhang Fei’s heart, sending Zhang Dongbi flying out with a merciless kick.

A breath or two later, Zhang Dongbi climbed up from the floor, once again standing in front of the Ancestor with his head lowered to his chest, not daring to look at Zhang Fei’s bald head again.

Zhang Fei did not speak for a time. The look on this face seemed as if he was remembering something from the past, a painful memory with intermingling flashes of hate and anger, which erupted into an intense killing aura. But, everything calmed down in the end.

Zhang Dongbi was perplexed, as he keenly sensed the volatile changes in their Ancestor.

“You’re not mistaken, that old man is the Ascending Moon Old Man!” Zhang Fei slowly breathed out the words in a heavy mood.

Zhang Dongbi’s heart shuddered, he guessed right—the Ascending Moon Old Man!

“Ancestor,...