The lady in white and the lady in black were both stunned. In this era, if Xiao Han intended to deceive them, it would be impossible.
Yet, it was clearly him. Although his attire was different, that unique aura was unmistakable.
"No, you are him. The aura from your body is exactly the same, and even the aura of your soul matches. I cannot be mistaken. It's possible for people to look alike, but the aura of the soul can't change," the woman in white said, shaking her head slightly, certain she was not mistaken.
Xiao Han naturally understood the concept of a soul's aura. Every person's soul aura is absolutely unique, even twins have significant differences—meaning she must not have recognized him wrongly.
But he clearly wasn't some Xiao Yao.
Thinking this, he carefully observed the two people. Soon after, Xiao Han's body trembled slightly.
"Who exactly are you? I can't discern your ages," Xiao Han's eyes flashed sharply.
