Yang Yi looked at Yang Xueyu and tears flowed out. He opened his mouth but could not speak.
Yang Xueyu immediately shed tears. "How strange. You don't look like my father, but you give me the same feeling as my father. I don't know if there are any mystic techniques in this world, but my intuition tells me that you are my father."
Yi Zilan was stunned. He did not expect Yang Xueyu to be so determined that Yang Yi was her father.
Yang Cheng's expression turned cold. "Xueyu, you disappoint me. You made me sad."
Yang Cheng had a cold expression. He was not afraid at all. Since he dared to come here today, he was certain that no one could do anything to him. The monk back then had said that no one could break the mystic technique. Once the formation was destroyed, he would return to his own body. Now that he was back to his body, it was equivalent to him having been Yang Cheng for the past three decades. It meant that he and Yang Yi had never swapped bodies.
