Aaron Sinclair's figure appeared before them, as casual as could be.
However, the moment Jocelyn Grant saw Aaron Sinclair, her eyes widened in shock. She instinctively took a step back and blurted out a name.
"Javier Sinclair…"
Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair raised an eyebrow slightly.
'It seems this face of mine really does look a lot like my old man,' he thought. 'I can tell just from the look in that female cultivator's eyes.'
He chuckled, then said, "What are you shouting about, miss?"
The moment he spoke, his voice was different, and Jocelyn Grant knew it wasn't him. Looking closer, she realized this person wasn't Javier Sinclair, he just bore a striking resemblance to him.
They were clearly two different people.
As long as it wasn't Javier Sinclair, she feared no one.
