It was a young man, who also had a head of silver hair. His features were vaguely similar to the Life Saint's—no, it would be more accurate to say they were one and the same. It was the Life Saint in his youth.
Just then, the figure slowly opened his eyes. All over his fair skin, beads of blood began to form—a pale silver mixed with a faint red. It was the color of the blood of Bai Ze. The young man met the Life Saint's gaze and gave a slight nod. "A failure, then? Please collect the data as soon as possible."
"I'm sorry." The middle-aged man, Cang Lunzhe, bowed deeply to the young man in the incubation tank—a perfect image of himself as a boy. But his hands never stopped moving. He operated the controls on the tank, extracting the data and analyzing it against historical records to find the cause of the adverse rejection.
