"Are you really... my grandfather?"
Xia Chan stared incredulously at the phantom floating before her.
"Blood is thicker than water. Why would I need to deceive you?"
The phantom suddenly flickered, and amidst the shifting radiance, it transformed into an old man dressed in a dark red robe.
The old man had hawk-like brows and a hooked nose, his eyes were long and narrow, and his features exuded a natural killing intent, commanding respect without showing anger.
"Girl, what you see is but a weak Residual Soul of mine, which has manifested in response to your bloodline's awakening and will not last long."
"I believe that our clan, under your leadership, will be revitalized and flourish in the future."
As he spoke, the old man extended his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together to touch Xia Chan's forehead.
Xia Chan immediately felt a piercing pain in her brain, clearly sensing a stream of memories that were not her own being forcefully poured into her mind.
