"What are you doing here?"
The young man frowned, looking at the silver-haired girl in front of him, a Silver Moon Elf whose appearance seemed younger than a human child of ten. Although her features had not fully developed, the delicate and charming face already revealed a divinity possessed by no human.
"Brother!"
"Don't call me brother, I am not your brother."
The young man's expression suddenly changed, his face as cold and hard as iron, looking at the girl with a gaze filled with sternness and cruelty.
"We share the same bloodline."
Sorrow flickered in Parvati's eyes.
"So what?"
If Wayne initially cared much about his bloodline and kinship, now he had broken free from this psychological shackle.
He had met his biological father, but unfortunately, that father was far removed from what he had imagined and yearned for in his childhood.
