"You've mistaken me for someone else; I am not your senior brother! I am not Mr. Lu Yang." He Yuan whispered.
"You can fool the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning, deceive Chu Ming, but you can't fool me. Senior Brother, you were the one who led me into the path, who taught me cultivation. I am more familiar with your aura than anyone else. And that jade slip, I'm certain you fabricated it right after the Blood-Clad sought you out."
Qing Lan's tone was firm, her eyes fixed on He Yuan, staring intently after she finished speaking.
He Yuan gave a bitter smile.
"Your speculation is not without reason. However, Mr. Lu Yang is me, but I am not Mr. Lu Yang. I was merely lucky, having integrated one fragment of Mr. Lu Yang's soul, which made me who I am today. It's not wrong for you to regard me as Mr. Lu Yang!"
This time, it was Qing Lan's turn to be stunned.
Soul fragments?
