I could only stare at the black-haired young man in incredulity.
Here I was, thinking I was just trolling as usual with my cultivation world bullshit, and right in my face is being shoved the most stereotypical protagonist to have ever existed.
Black hair. Fair complexion. The type of disposition most would call determined and strong. Looking at him now, I could clearly see it.
"So you're saying that kid has an old grandpa in his soul, giving him guidance and shit?"
"That 'kid' is probably twice your age. Or are you forgetting that you're still only 18 in this life?" Shaia teased.
"Numbers are irrelevant. Just tell me what I want to know."
"To answer your question, yes. It should be so. I don't know whose soul that is though, but I can say it's quite powerful."
"What are the chances that it's actually the first emperor, Lin Feng's soul that found the boy as a host, after he was almost killed by a treacherous brother that had colluded with one of his many wives?"
