"Who is it!" Yan Moshan was suddenly startled and immediately prepared for battle.
No sooner had his voice fallen than a figure appeared before him. With a pale face, no beard, appearing still young, his hair tied into two round buns, he was dressed in an Eight Trigrams Robe, not even five feet tall, the very image of a child. On each side of him floated two Magical Treasures, one a golden abacus with beads that ceaselessly flickered, and the other an Eight Trigrams Compass, hovering in midair, continuously revolving around his body.
This person was none other than the Innate Child who had once pursued Yan Moshan!
"It's you! How could you be here!" Yan Moshan exclaimed in astonishment.