Behind the gentle-looking man in the dragon robe, a smile appeared on Ji Changshou's face as the five fingers of his right hand slowly released the sword hilt.
...
"Ji Tang, Ji Changshou."
A surge of intense killing intent boiled in his bloodline, erupting crazily.
Chen Ping was in a quiet room when he suddenly opened his eyes. For some reason, his eyes had already turned a blood-red.
At this moment, he understood many things.
He also knew why his memory was incomplete.
And why this body, for the first sixteen years, was like a fool, not only lacking intelligence but also seemed to be missing a screw.
It's because, just before the "Empress Xiao" sent away the baby from high above, the jade-colored sword light had already shattered the soul.
Even before the sword light descended, a strand of power had already pierced through, tearing the complete soul he reincarnated with.
A child with an incomplete soul isn't much different from a simpleton.
