Miao Zhengtian prided himself on his brutal combat prowess and didn't see Xiao Qiang as a threat. But in the next moment, his face turned pale, his voice caught in his throat, and his body began to tremble violently. This was because the person standing opposite him was not Xiao Qiang at all, but his father, Miao Hai.
At this moment, everything around him was a stark white. There were no skies, no earth, only Miao Hai standing still amidst the whiteness.
Miao Zhengtian, terrified, shook his head in disbelief. "Impossible, you're dead. How can you appear? This is an illusion, it must be."
Miao Hai calmly looked at his son and said slowly, "I served the Miao Region faithfully for so many years, yet I was killed by a despicable person's hand. I can't accept it."
Miao Tianzheng was convinced that this was an illusion, and gritted his teeth and defiantly demanded: "Who are you? Why are you impersonating my father?"
