The radiant golden light coalesced into the diminutive form of a young boy, no taller than four feet. His cherubic features were striking, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Chen Mo's own visage, save for his lustrous golden tresses that shimmered like sunlight made corporeal.
As the boy's eyes fluttered open, revealing irises that gleamed with an ethereal, amber hue, he spoke out in a soft, melodious voice that seemed to reverberate through the vastness of the cosmos itself, "Father..."
The words, though uttered with a gentle lilt, carried a weight that caused Chen Mo to stagger back slightly, his brow furrowing in surprise. "Father?" he mused inwardly, he was barely nineteen years old, and already addressed with such a profound title.
