A New Person?

Xiao Ming felt a profound tranquility wash over his mind as if pieces of his fragmented soul were finally aligning and settling into their rightful places.

For the longest time, he had struggled to comprehend the connection between himself and the blood-robed youth who bore such a striking resemblance to him.

The resemblance was undeniable, yet the more he thought about it, the more disconnected it seemed from his own reality.

The Bai Tianfei he had once known as his father had always been depicted in portraits wearing resplendent silver robes.

His father's aura, demeanor, and appearance were worlds apart from Xiao Ming's own.

From the visions he had, Xiao Ming was supposed to belong to the Sheng Yun world if not for the calamity that had befallen him at birth, disrupting everything.