An hour later, two esteemed figures entered the old patriarch cultivation room. Pradeep, the empire's foremost Aura Reader, and So Mu, a renowned spiritual scholar.
The old patriarch asked them to verify the chance of Kent being his grandson Kaban.
Pradeep stepped forward, his gaze sharp as a blade. "I shall begin the reading."
Kent remained silent as Pradeep's fingers danced in the air, weaving spiritual sigils around him. A golden light enveloped Kent, swirling and shimmering with ancient patterns.
So Mu observed closely. "The aura signature... it's identical. The fate lines of your grandson are matching with this person."
Kumar King's voice broke through the tension. "Is this truly Kaban's aura?"
Pradeep nodded slowly. "Without a doubt. His aura matches perfectly."
So Mu, however, hesitated. "There's something else… a strange fluctuation within his spirit. As if… he's both the same person and someone entirely new."
