It had not taken half a year.
Three months later.
Wen Xinzhao returned with twelve men and women.
Chen Lin recognized his two children with a single glance.
Their features were simply too distinctive.
A boy and a girl.
They looked only seven or eight years old.
The boy resembled him closely-not Old Cultivator Chen Lin, but the man he had been in his previous life.
The girl looked like a perfect copy of Wen Xinzhao.
The connection he felt with them was strange. There was a bond of blood, but stronger still was the harmony between their souls.
What bizarre rule force!
Chen Lin was secretly astonished.
He had fathered children with his current body, yet the child looked exactly like his previous incarnation.
It truly defied belief.
But when he remembered that the nightmare realm rules were responsible, it no longer seemed so strange.
Nothing in the Nightmare Realm ever followed reason. Besides, the Nightmare Realm identified outsiders by their souls, so it was only natural for its rules to act primarily upon the soul.
"Yang'er, Yue'er, come meet your father."
Wen Xinzhao beckoned.
The two children immediately stepped forward.
"Chen Siyang and Wen Siyue pay their respects to Father!"
The two bowed respectfully.
"Rise, both of you."
Chen Lin helped the children up and fondly patted their heads.
He gave the girl's head a couple of extra pats, showing no distance just because her surname was not Chen.
Wen Xinzhao had already done all anyone could ask by bearing the children and letting the boy take the surname Chen. He could not demand too much.
Next, Chen Lin examined their aptitude.
He discovered that although they looked only seven or eight, their bone ages indicated that they were at least a hundred years old.
After considering the