Xuan Long's raw, broken voice echoed through the empty, hollow space.
Xuan Long stumbled forward and dropped heavily to his knees besides the shimmering man.
The moment he saw that face clearly, his entire body went rigid as stone.
He didn't know why. He had never met this man. Not once in his entire life had he held his father's hand or looked into his eyes.
Yet the moment he saw his features, his very blood and soul recognised him instantly.
It was him.
It was his father…Teng Yunxiao.
Xuan Long's eyes instantly turned blood-red. Crimson veins flared across his face as he grabbed the shimmering man's shoulders, desperately shaking him.
"Father..." His voice cracked into a hoarse sob. "Wake up!"
But Teng Yunxiao remained completely still, his translucent form flickering faintly beneath Xuan Long's hands.
"Father, wake up!" Xuan Long shook him harder, his massive hands trembling uncontrollably. "Please..."
His voice became a broken, desperate whisper.
