"Why does it feel strange?"
"Too eager." Old Man Bai scratched his head, "And a bit familiar."
"Familiar?"
"Very familiar."
As Old Man Bai spoke, he suddenly looked at Zheng Fa, a look of sudden realization appearing on his face.
"She looks like you!"
"Like me?"
"Exactly like you! The way she talks to Yang these past few days is just like how you would do it, like two peas in a pod."
As this was mentioned, Zheng Fa also realized it.
It really is!
But why?
Mrs. Tian slowly walked to Zheng Fa's side, seeing his confusion, she couldn't help but sigh: "You both didn't get it?"
"Get what?"
"She just wants you to see, wants you to be at ease."
Zheng Fa was bewildered.
Mrs. Tian looked at him as if looking at a not fully evolved monkey:
"She can't help with other things; she can only make herself your arm, to ensure the federation is not a burden to you and develops entirely according to your will."
Tang Lingwu suddenly attempts to form her Nascent Soul.
