"Sen Miao?" Zeng Mu repeated the name. After thinking for a few seconds, he finally remembered. "Oh, now I remember. I did meet someone at the Underground Fighting Arena in the Temple Capital that night. So that was your brother."
Zeng Mu let down his guard and held out his hand, studying the man's appearance as he asked, "That's right, you look very much like him. Almost identical. It's been three years, so I thought you were him. But you look more mature. You don't really look like someone in his twenties."
What he really meant was that the man looked somewhat aged. Even in the darkness, Zeng Mu could see his sallow skin and the unhealthy, jade-white pallor of his lips and the tip of his nose. He hardly seemed like the younger brother of the man Zeng Mu had met at the Underground Fighting Arena in the Temple Capital three years ago. He looked almost thirty. No wonder Zeng Mu had found him unfamiliar.
Sen Miao held out his hand and offered a half-joking explanation. "My brother and I were actually twins, so we looked much alike. Though I seem to look older than he did. People differ, and the way they age can be as different as fish and birds. In truth, it's because I suffered a serious illness as a child."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's all right. I recovered long ago. Don't I look quite mature now?"
"By the way, why are you here? And how did you recognize me? I don't think we've ever met, have we?" Zeng Mu asked, his recently eased vigilance rising more sharply than before.
"I don't think we've ever met?" That wasn't the real issue for Zeng Mu. What mattered was that he currently wore the Phantom Spirit Beast Hide