Chen Fan faced the Lingnao. “Pull up my biography,” he said calmly.
A moment later, a stream of data filled the screen before him.
His heart hammered against his ribs the instant he saw the new photograph.
Fan knew then. His theory was correct.
The handsome, resolute face of a middle-aged man was gone. In its place was a gaunt, white-haired elder, but his eyes burned with a fierce, unyielding spirit.
From that point on, Chen Fan’s biography
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