A noble and handsome face, a tall and formidable stature, eyes that were distinctly black and white.
Su Tu looked at the 'phantom' that had fallen down, as if he was looking into a mirror; the posture, appearance, even the eyes were exactly the same as his own.
This couldn't help but astonish Su Tu. He wanted to control his body to dodge, but at this moment, he could no longer control his body within the dream.
His current sensation was as if he were watching a game's CG, only able to observe, unable to make any movement.
Realizing this, Su Tu quickly calmed himself down, swiftly looking at the 'self' that was already face-to-face with him.
He instantly felt that something was off.
Although that 'phantom' looked almost exactly like his adult self, deep within those seemingly black and white eyes, there was a hidden silver sheen.
That trace of silver, noble and elegant, carried an indescribable sanctity and grandeur, making Su Tu feel a sense of déjà vu.
