The figure in the black robe smiled bitterly, sighing deeply.
As he spoke, his figure gradually became solid, transforming into a middle-aged man with a look of worldly weariness.
His temples were streaked with white hair, yet his face appeared young, betraying not a trace of age.
But within his eyes lay a profundity as if having experienced the descent of countless ages, incapable of seeing the bottom.
It was these eyes that made him appear like a middle-aged man despite his youthful look.
Zhou Yan knew that no matter how advanced a transformation technique was, some inherent qualities could not be changed or concealed.
For instance, the slightest changes in exchange and emotions, or perhaps a fleeting sense of intuition, all could reveal the truth.
Zhou Yan glanced around but was not overly concerned, revealing his own appearance directly, facing his former father-in-law.
"Father."
Zhou Yan called softly.
