Slanted, sharp eyes.
A slight build. The force radiating from his red martial robes.
Everything about him—his appearance, his aura—it was identical to the ancestor I once saw.
There was no doubt.
That was him. That was my ancestor.
But...
He wasn’t.
There was heat in his gaze as he stared the other man down, and what he just said confirmed it.
He called him his son.
If he called Gu Seongyeol his son, then I could guess who he was.
hell yeah thx for the chapter