"General Lu!"
Jiang Bei abruptly turned to Lu Wu and pointed at Wu Zhen in the light screen. "This face... do you recognize it? Look carefully!"
At his words, Lu Wu leaned closer, practically pressing his entire face against the light screen. His eyes widened as he scrutinized that face over and over, from top to bottom.
After a moment, he shook his head blankly. "Lord Jiang, I have never seen this person."
Jiang Bei immediately pressed on, "Then have you ever seen the current Vice Alliance Leader of our Tianyao Alliance?"
Lu Wu gave a bitter smile. "What status does the Vice Alliance Leader have? Even Lord Qin would find it harder than ascending to heaven to meet him once. I am merely a lowly commander of the personal guards. How could I be qualified to see his true face..."
The instant Lu Wu's words fell!
Within the light screen, Wu Zhen, seated in a grand chair, smiled at the relatives standing nearby and spoke:
"Dad, Second Brother, Third Sister, Uncle Peng, don't just stand there. Sit down. We're family, no need for formalities."
Those words were like thunder exploding beside his ears, shaking Jiang Bei's mind violently!
Then, a name boomed through his mind like a crashing thunderclap—
Shen! Zhiqin!
His gaze locked tightly onto that smiling face in the light screen, and all hesitation vanished!
Several centuries of time might carve trials into a person's face, add the weight of years, leave more fine lines at the corners of their eyes, and make their bearing deeper.
But one's voice, its timbre—unless someone grew from a child into an adult—would never change completely!
The moment he had first seen this face, it had felt incomparably familiar—so familiar it was as though he had just seen it in Dongyao