Side Story 82: Weak
Redakteur: Atlas Studios
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Outside the Fantasy Divine Hall, at an isolated corner, two cute little balls in embroidered clothes were gathered together and whispering something.
The little boy in white had exquisite eyebrows. He was only three or four years old, but his aura was very stable and cold, like a small adult.
That small face seemed to be sculpted by the heavens, especially that pair of phoenix eyes which already had a vague outline of the future shape, with a cold elegance like floating ice and snow.
The one in red looked 70 to 80% similar to him. On his extremely beautiful face, a pair of slightly round black eyes curved up, making him look even more cute and lively. When he smiled, his eyes were sparkling like a spring breeze that bloomed with millions of peach blossoms.
Although he was still young, one could vaguely see his peerless appearance and magnificence in the future.