"What do you mean?" Cheng Ziang asked with a frown.
"Hmm…" Feliz stared at him intensely. Suddenly her expression lit up with realization. She pointed at him and said, "I remember now, you somewhat resemble that uncle, the Uncle Swordsman. He is from Northern Aud!"
Hearing her words, Ziang shivered involuntarily, then looked at her with serious expression and asked, "Are you sure I look a lot like him?"
"Hmm…" Feliz fell into contemplation once again. She furrowed her eyebrows, muttering to herself, "But I've only known the uncle for a few days. Why do I feel a sense of familiarity with you?"
Cheng Ziang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this girl had misjudged something. How could there be such an uncanny coincidence in this world? Although he was eager to acknowledge Yalunte as his father, it required the other party's consent.