As expected, Brie Neal's eyes transformed into dual-pupils and locked onto Trevon Neal's gaze.
At that moment, Trevon was almost certain of his suspicions—the little girl was undoubtedly his father's child.
In the vast universe, as a bloodline cultivator, one could sense their own bloodline from thousands of miles away.
When sharing the same parentage, this connection was even stronger, rooted in the body's instinctual recognition.
"Trevon!" Braydon Neal spoke calmly.
"Dad, don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Trevon was visibly upset.
Being still young, he couldn't contain his curiosity and demanded answers from his father.
A powerful pressure emanated from Trevon—a holy master's aura.
He had long surpassed into the holy master realm, reaching the formidable ninth level of the holy master's thirteen levels, boasting combat prowess capable of challenging higher-level adversaries.
