An Jiao, clad in a dark robe, floated in the air, surrounded by numerous black and red arrays slowly revolving around him. A dense aura of destruction emanated from An Jiao and the arrays, as if at any moment, countless forces would erupt to destroy everything before him.
But at this moment, An Jiao slowly opened his eyes, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, and murmured to himself, "Father, I somehow recalled many things from past years again..."
When An Jiao had just closed his eyes, a flood of memories from back then overwhelmed him, including his father's joy and excitement upon seeing his "resurrection", and the delight and reflection when his father saw his son freely using various arcane arrays.
