Jiang Beiyu seemed like he wanted to say something, but before he could, the silver-haired man before him suddenly transformed into a mist of light and disappeared from Jiang Beiyu's hand.
In the next moment, an unwelcome visitor intruded into his sea of consciousness.
A crimson robe, the mark of vengeful and fierce spirits.
Jiang Ren stepped onto the black rune beneath him, looking arrogantly at his former brother.
"Brother, in this formation, feeling uncomfortable?" Jiang Ren moved about Jiang Beiyu's sea of consciousness with ease.
Jiang Beiyu had just endured the shock of soul returning to its place, and he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Ren, his phoenix eyes brimming with impatience.
"Jiang Ren," he slowly uttered those two words that he once loathed to the core.
Jiang Ren stared at him with some surprise, a trace of madness flashing across an identical face, "Brother, you've regained your memory?"
