Ink Master, not knowing the identities of Di Minghan and Mo Jiuli, restrained himself and spoke.
"Impossible, this thing has always belonged to my son; otherwise, how could we possibly find it!" Di Minghan said, his face not red and his breath steady.
Ink Master Wenyan...
Ink Master felt extremely frustrated. This Round Disc was a gift from his Master since childhood, accompanying him for thousands of years. He couldn't understand how the other party suddenly appeared before him and confidently claimed it was his son's. This is simply impossible...
However, because of the strength of Di Minghan and Mo Jiuli, Ink Master felt apprehensive. Combined with Di Minghan's constant assertion that the thing belonged to his son, Ink Master became momentarily confused. Suddenly thinking of something, he squinted at Di Minghan and asked: "Lord, you claim this thing is your son's, what evidence do you have?"
