But just at that moment, a warm hand quietly soothed Qian Luan's head, comforting him.
Qian Luan was taken aback, raised his head, and saw the "father" from his memory gently stroking his head, hiding sorrow.
"Father..."
"Child, you should stand up first."
A trace of sadness flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes; from Qian Luan's reaction, he had already understood.
It was likely that his beloved Hua Yu had met with misfortune.
But as a leading figure in a major sect, the middle-aged man quickly set aside his grief, comforting Qian Luan before him and softly said:
"Child, tell me everything that happened... Do not fear, I know you are not Hua Yu, but you have Hua Yu's memories and have taken over Hua Yu's body. Moreover, you are a strand of soul split from Hua Yu."
"To my eyes, you are also my child."
The middle-aged man spoke softly.
