In Gong Heng's eyes, he always felt that the so-called Xuanyuan Family was just a group of charlatans, bolstering their clan by claiming the title of ancient deities to elevate their family's status.
A family of lunatics.
Believing themselves to be gods.
In reality, they were but a group of foolish, pathetic believers.
Mu Mian listened, baffled, "Your brother?"
"Yes, he's five years older than me. Strange, isn't it? We have the same father but different mothers, yet we look exactly alike."
Mu Mian nodded, "It's indeed odd for non-twins to look so similar."
At least in biological terms, it's inexplicable.
Gong Heng said with a smile, "I didn't understand it at first, but after some research, I found it can be explained. Some people have such strong hereditary genes in their blood and bones that nearly all their chromosomes follow their father's line, which is why they end up looking alike."
This is the family's aberration.
"Your brother can't tolerate you?"