In the dead of night, an old man draped in a scarlet robe and a beautiful boy in similar attire floated in mid-air beneath the Jiayuan District. Strangely, despite the sweltering summer heat, many people passed underneath without noticing anything unusual.
"Cai Peishen, is this the place where you found the ideal stand-in?" the old man asked, not looking at the boy beside him but rather speaking to his own body.
As soon as he spoke, a stream of blood flowed from his sleeve, snaking up to whisper softly in the old man's ear, "Yes, Father." If Du Guangyuan were present, he would surely recognize this voice as that of Little Vlad who lost to him in battle.
"Tsk tsk tsk, brother, have you twisted your mind after being betrayed? If you want to resurrect by possessing a body, never mind this world, in our homeland there are people lining up for you to choose from. Why choose a young girl? Am I to gain another sister now?" The beautiful boy beside the old man chuckled lightly.
