Although his father's face was a blur in Zheng Xiu's memory.
Although he had still been very young when his father died in battle.
But transmigrators mature early.
Zheng Xiu still remembered a few things.
That burly Physique, that hearty laugh—it was all exactly as he vaguely remembered.
Zheng Xiu looked at the face that bore a strong resemblance to his own. Needless to say, this was without a doubt his father.
That was why he had blurted it out, his heart instantly a mix of joy and shock as he called him "Dad."
The joy came from the fact that Zheng Xiu had never imagined he would get to see his father again. The man had been dead for over twenty years—long enough for grass to overgrow his grave.
The shock, of course, was from the information that had flashed before his eyes just moments before.
This place was a "Ghostly Realm."
A Ghostly Realm known as the "Ancient Battlefield."
This was...
"Twenty years ago!"
"The Northern Barbarian Wilderness!"
