It seemed like I was not looking at a person, but at the entire sky.
"Grandfather...?"
Qin Ping'an spoke subconsciously.
Hong Sheng gently nodded, his robes fluttering lightly, and Dao patterns circulated around him, transforming into specks of golden light that fell, soothing Qin Ping'an's restless Divine Soul.
"I am him, and yet not him."
"We are all mere avatars of the true self. You may call me grandfather, and it's alright."
Qin Ping'an stared at him blankly, the divine light around the Daoist washing over like a clear spring, gradually clearing his muddled Heart Spirit.
His parents might have been mere illusions, but the emotions between them were undoubtedly real.
He remembered those family members who had dissipated, and his eyes reddened again, tears flowed uncontrollably, as he knelt before Hong Sheng, choking as he asked:
"Grandfather, can father and mother... can they come back? Can I see them again?"
