Yun Lintian's eyes clouded with doubt
Yun Wuhan patted his son's shoulder gently, a hint of amusement flickering across his face. "Rest well, Tian'er. I'll visit frequently. Just ask Yun Ling for anything you need."
With a final lingering look, Yun Wuhan turned and left.
Alone once more, Yun Lintian's mind churned. The name Yun Wushuang echoed repeatedly within him.
While the truth of her identity remained shrouded in uncertainty, Yun Wuhan's situation served as a peculiar echo. After all, the man before him undeniably mirrored his own father in both worlds. The possibility of Yun Wushuang being his mother loomed large.
"If that's truly the case…" Yun Lintian trailed off, his thoughts spiraling outwards.
If Yun Wushuang was indeed his mother, it could explain his initial placement within the Misty Cloud Sect. Yet, the reasons behind her disappearance remained a perplexing enigma.