"Child, those belong to you!" The voice, akin to a demonic echo, disrupted Braydon Neal's consciousness as his body ascended into the sky.
Specks of white starlight infiltrated Braydon's form, enveloping him in a hazy glow.
The Foreman family onlookers gaped in astonishment.
"What?"
"You..." Septimus Foreman, the second ancestor of the Foreman family, was dumbfounded. "This kid has the blood of the Foreman family!"
"Kohen, what's the meaning of this?" Galliard Foreman glanced at Kohen Neal, seeking clarification.
How could the most exceptional talent in Neal family history possess Foreman family lineage?
Kohen disclosed everything without hesitation, invoking the name Wharton Neal, the prodigy of the Neal family's past.
As soon as Wharton's name was uttered, Galliard and the others grasped the situation.
Braydon was Wharton's descendant.
Observing Braydon in the darkness, Eva Foreman's brows knit slightly.
