In this world, there were Heavenly Sons, Abyssal Sons, and even Forsaken Sons, a fact Ethan had only recently come to learn.
Similarly, there were Holy Sons—cultivators gifted with innate abilities to detect Demons, resist demonic corruption, and deal additional damage to them.
Unlike Heavenly Sons and Abyssal Sons, who were regarded as monstrous prodigies, Holy Sons were considered the weakest among them.
Yet, when it came to fighting Demons, they were unmatched in effectiveness.
What Ethan hadn't expected, however, was that Felix Wu—his very first friend in this world—would turn out to be the Holy Son that had risen to fame so quickly.
But more shocking than Felix's identity was his attitude.
Felix's eyes earlier had been cold, detached, and disdainful—as if Ethan were nothing more than a passing stranger.
'This isn't right…' Ethan's gaze deepened, his mind turning. 'Even though I didn't spend much time with Felix, he never had such a cold nature.'
He remembered it vividly.
