บท 111: Our descendant?

A swirling vortex of white and black light engulfed Neveah, pulling him into a strange, ethereal space. Two figures materialized before him, their forms solidifying from the swirling chaos. One man, with flowing white hair that contrasted sharply with his deep red eyes, wore pristine white robes that shimmered with an otherworldly light. The other, starkly different, possessed long, raven black hair that cascaded down his broad shoulders. He was shirtless, clad only in a loose pair of black pants. Both men stared at Neveah with confusion and amusement.

"This is awkward..." the white-haired man muttered, breaking the silence. His voice resonated with a deep, rumbling power.

"How is he both of our descendant?" the black-haired man countered, his voice edged with a hint of annoyance.

"That's what I want to know," the white-haired man echoed, his brow furrowed in concern. "And this is bad. He isn't even 7 Star."