"Braydon!" The young man's eyes emanated an ancient aura.
As he spoke, it seemed as though he conversed with heaven and earth.
Slowly, he repeated, "Braydon."
"Ancestor?" Remington Neal and the others bowed in reverence.
"Ancestor!" Jaromir Neal's astonishment mirrored the others'.
The family ancestor had concealed a fragment of his spiritual essence within the group and accompanied them.
"Senior!" Braydon Neal acknowledged.
"Are you reluctant to recognize your lineage?" The young man sighed. "Let's step aside for a conversation. Jaromir, you should join us. Your presence will reassure Braydon."
Indeed, this elder possessed a keen insight into the human heart.
Braydon, fused with the remnant soul and memories of the Thirteenth Master, inherently trusted Jaromir.
With Jaromir at his side, Braydon felt reassured.
The trio moved aside.
