Recalling those scenes one by one and looking at his own Xuanjing practicing swordplay under the moonlight, a sudden wave of terror rose deep within his heart. His hands trembled slightly as a chill swept through his chest.
Lost in thought, he leaped forward and instantly appeared beside Xuanjing, assuming the posture of an aging father.
"Someone here? This aura... it's Father," Xuanjing thought.
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