"Taoist, may I ask who you are?" Wu Meng was secretly startled.
"Didn't you want to meet me yesterday?"
"So it's you, Taoist. I am Wu Meng of Yuzhang. May I know your esteemed name?"
"Now I go by Song Lin. In the past, some addressed me as the East Lord."
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light as brilliant as the sun erupted from Song Lin's brow, flooding the room with scorching brightness.
When the light dissipated, tears streamed uncontrollably from Wu Meng's eyes.
He roared angrily, "What sort of demon dares to impersonate our ancestor?!"
He couldn't help but doubt.
In the current lineage of cultivation, its origins trace back thousands of years to the Yang God, East Lord.
If not for the cultivation skill passed down by the East Lord, the Human Clan would still be blood offerings to demons.
The Thunder Law Heavenly Soldier method Wu Meng practiced also stemmed from the East Lord.
Now someone suddenly claims to be his ancestor—who would believe that?
