What appeared before him was a human face. Yes, it was that very fellow who kept boasting about how handsome and dashing he was. That’s right—besides him and William Carter, there was no third person here.

But the moment William Carter saw this face, a surge of familiarity welled up in his heart, mixed with a feeling of being both amused and exasperated. To actually use the word ‘handsome and dashing’ on this guy was truly a case of ‘wasting heaven’s gifts’!

This face was definitely not ugly!

Big eyes, a high nose, a small mouth, and two sword-like eyebrows. The complexion was fair, neither fat nor thin.

But the strangest part was, although his eyes were big and spirited, the distance between them was a bit too wide—one eye was almost at the edge of his left ear, and the other… was practically neighbors with his right ear.

The eyebrows were indeed two sword-like brows. Only, they were like two swords—one piercing the sky, the other cleaving through hell—their directions completely opposite!

The nose was also high, but… it was a bit too high. The bridge of the nose was like a transverse mountain range, actually separating the two eyes!

It was like a Milky Way, dividing the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, gazing at each other from afar. With eyes like these, even going cross-eyed would be… rather difficult.

The mouth was also very small, even rosy. But a truly cherry-like little mouth on a grown man’s face… especially on a face like this…

It really looked like a dish: a piece of snow-white tofu, with a bright red cherry placed on top…

To call such looks ‘distinctive’… that doesn’t even begin to describe it! It was simply too distinctive—truly one of a kind in all the world!

Who could find another person like this… uh, William Carter felt he could practically worship anyone who managed to find such a person—the odds were just too slim.

“Henry Turner?” William Carter’s whole body ached terribly, and it felt as if several knives were churning in his mind, his head about to explode, but he forced himself to control it, showing a gentle smile: “Henry Turner, you’re still as talkative and narcissistic as ever! Completely out of line.”

This person was none other than William Carter’s childhood friend and junior apprentice brother, Henry Turner. The ‘Tan’ of conversation, the ‘Tan’ of epiphyllum. The name really left an impression.

Henry Turner, William Carter’s sworn brother—both were orphans, or rather, abandoned children, picked up and raised by their master. When William Carter was nineteen, Henry Turner went out and suddenly news came of his death. Even now, William Carter still didn’t know why Henry Turner died back then, or who the enemy was?! He had investigated for a long time, but never found a single clue.

Henry Turner’s death back then had a huge impact on William Carter. It made his already withdrawn personality even more solitary and silent…

Just now, with his eyes closed, only listening to the voice, William Carter had already been sure. When he opened his eyes and glanced around, he knew almost instantly where he was.

This place was just too familiar!

Tianwai Tower, the back mountain, the purple bamboo grove. This scene was when, at age sixteen, he and Henry Turner were sparring with staffs, and he suddenly zoned out, so Henry Turner didn’t have time to pull back and knocked him out with a single blow.

Could it be that he had actually returned to when he was sixteen? But… how was that possible??

William Carter looked around again, and after another sweep, finally confirmed it—he really had been reborn! Back to when he was sixteen. This utterly impossible thing was now truly happening to him, and even with William Carter’s tough nerves, he was momentarily stunned with joy!

If everything could start over, how many things in life would I refuse to let go?!

Now, was it really starting over?!

William Carter was dazed for a long while before coming back to himself. He took a deep breath, suppressing the boiling emotions in his heart, but his face flushed, his heart pounding like a drum, almost leaping out of his chest.

Turning back, he carefully examined this brother he had lost and regained. Deep emotion flashed in William Carter’s eyes, and though his voice was a bit hoarse, he joked, “Henry Turner, I finally know the truth behind why you were abandoned back then…” Indeed, if someone gave birth to such a fellow… if they weren’t scared into letting go, their nerves must be made of steel.

Henry Turner scratched his head awkwardly, actually looking a bit shy as he said, “The reason must be that I’m just too handsome… As for why you were abandoned, I guess it’s because you’re too ugly…”

William Carter rolled his eyes, suddenly feeling the urge to both hit him and laugh…

…

According to his memory, after this injury, he lay in bed for half a month.

It was only much later that he learned he hadn’t been knocked out by accident during sparring, but had been poisoned! Which caused his whole body to go numb at a certain moment!

The person who poisoned him had more than just him as a target. The original plan was to time it so that Henry Turner would kill him with a single blow, and then Henry Turner would be finished too…

Within the sect, sparring was common, but killing someone was a huge matter! Henry Turner would definitely have been expelled from the sect!

But the poisoner never expected that, at this time, although Henry Turner seemed evenly matched with him on the surface, in reality his skills had already surpassed William Carter. When sparring with him, Henry Turner always held back a little.