"Who exactly are you?"
A roar suddenly erupted within the tens of acres of the courtyard, drowning out the trickling sound of water and causing the rockery to shudder.
However, if one listened closely, they would discover a deep panic hidden within the depths of that roar.
Following the source of the sound.
Yan Sheng hovered in mid-air with a serious and dignified expression on his face, but his hands trembled ceaselessly behind his back, as if in pain or in fear.
In his pitch-black pupils, cold light flashed occasionally, sketching out the figure of a teenager around eighteen or nineteen years old.
This was his only son, Yan Chenglong.
Of course, that was before, not now.
Across from him.
Facing Yan Sheng's tense gaze, 'Yan Chenglong' contorted his facial features rapidly, forcing out an extremely stiff smile and replied eerily, "Father, you're confused, I am Chenglong."
