Yun Qing quietly froze in place, all four eyes widening in shock. He nearly failed to stop himself from looking up at the sky.
Hold it in, hold it in. Don't give yourself away.
But why was his Brother Huang here?!
Yun Qing studied the white-haired boy before him. Faint light flowed through his double pupils, piercing illusion and illuminating the source beneath.
Layers of disguise peeled away like thin sheets of paper, clearly revealing the boy's divine soul and root bone.
"Hiss-" Yun Qing sucked in a cold breath, his mind reeling.
It was the real one-the "real one," in a certain sense!
The boy was thirteen or fourteen, with white hair and golden eyes. A trace of youthful immaturity lingered in his features, yet they already hinted at the arrogant bearing that would one day look down upon all creation and force the heavens to bow.
The sun that never fell above the Nine Heavens. This was no imitation made by merging souls with Ye Tianchen. This was a fragment of "reality" cut from the true Yun Huang himself.
A reconstruction from an old object? Or a memory construct?... Whose memory?
No wonder. No wonder they were so confident in this deadly trap in the Human World.
Yun Qing's fingertips curled almost imperceptibly, while the little figure inside his mind once again demanded in shock.
Could someone tell him why on earth his Brother Huang was here?!
Brother Huang as a child! Such a little thing, though he didn't look soft in the slightest.
But still such a little thing.
Yun Qing stared at that still-youthful face, already so beautiful its edges cut like blades, and the shock in his heart suddenly veered off course.
*Ahem. So his Brother Huang had been this sort of pretty little boy