A few minutes before he got close to Yama Island, Wang Muyu had already sensed that the island was crowded with people. Because his real identity was a dragon descendant, the powerful natural perception of the dragon race also made him especially sensitive to all kinds of malice.
He did not show the slightest hint of fear. He calmly looked at Yi Jianchuan’s water prison that was built with the barrier of Sword Qi to wrap himself up.
“Teacher, so you knew all along?”
Wang Muyu opened his mouth to ask, using a soft and cute voice that could not be ignored.
He knew that he had been tricked again. On the artificial lake, Yi Jianchuan was kind enough to help him find his parents. He kept asking about the so-called image of his parents in his memory.
All of this care and kindness was probably just a well-planned plan.
Moreover, Wang Muyu felt that whether this disciple was him or not, yi Jianchuan would bring that “Disciple”here in the end.