Xu Lai stared blankly.
So similar. Incredibly so.
One hundred thousand years had not been enough for Xu Lai to forget the past. The seven-year-old child hiding in the back room, from his spiritual aura to the look in his eyes, was a seventy-percent likeness of his Second Senior Brother, Song Zhongling, as a child.
Even his Spiritual Root was just as mediocre.
"Qingfeng."
A call from his Senior Sister brought Xu Lai back to his senses.
Only then did he realize that the kindly-looking shop owner had subtly shielded the little boy behind him and was now chuckling.
"Do you happen to know my child, sir?"
