Recognition

After hearing Xiao Ling's words, Mang Tianchi fell into an initial daze. Then, a few traces of scrutiny slowly gathered once more on his still somewhat blank face.

Almost subconsciously, he carefully examined the young man seated atop the Lightning Dragon's head, his entire body carrying an air of proud sharpness.

At first, Mang Tianchi had merely thought this young man possessed extraordinary bearing and terrifying presence. But upon further thought, something felt wrong.

With Mid-stage Half-Saint Cultivation and such an absurdly youthful face, Mang Tianchi muttered inwardly that the man before him had most likely used some secret technique to Disguise his true age.

After all, he simply could not imagine how there could be such a monstrous genius in this world, someone who had reached the Half-Saint Cultivation at such a young age.

Even within the deeply established Thunder Clan, such cultivation represented a peerless talent seen perhaps once in a thousand years—enough to make people stare in disbelief and immediately name him a strong candidate for the next clan leader.

Yet this brat was clearly not from the Ancient Seven Clans, so where had such a monster suddenly come from?

In the outside world, this was simply unheard of. It utterly overturned his understanding.

The longer Mang Tianchi looked, the stronger that inexplicable feeling in his heart became. Why did the person before him look so familiar?

Almost instinctively, he began frantically searching through the depths of his memories.

Gradually, the young man's face before him became like an ancient painting veiled in mist, slowly revealed bit by bit until it grew clear.

Then something remarkable happened.

That blurred, youthful face began to slowly, gradually overlap with a portrait he had seen long ago in his mind.

The youth in the portrait had a hint of unruliness