Honestly.
Yao Lao was not the only one who had not expected Han Shanshan to suddenly say something like that.
Even Lu Yuan, who was watching from the sidelines, had not expected it.
After all, if Yao Lao had not been wearing a mask and Han Shanshan had seen his face, she might have had some chance of recognizing him. Or if Yao Lao had returned to his youthful appearance, then even with a mask on, it would have been possible for Han Shanshan to identify him by his silhouette. But the current situation was that Yao Lao was not only wearing a mask, but even his body had been reconstructed. His voice, including his tone when he spoke just now, had all been deliberately disguised. One could darkly speculate that Han Shanshan had been gambling, betting that this unknown White-Clothed Strongest before her was Yao Lao. Yet, it had to be admitted that Han Shanshan had won the bet, and that most gambles were backed by confidence.
Or rather, if Han Shanshan had not noticed something.
She could never have conceived such a thought.
Going from one to ten thousand.
Could happen very quickly.
But going from zero to one.
Was progress as momentous as splitting heaven and earth.
Thus, the fact that Han Shanshan could even come up with this idea was already unimaginable. As for how likely that idea and the final guess she voiced were to succeed, compared to the former, it no longer mattered.
Because the latter was merely difficult.
While the former was a miracle.
However, Yao Lao's brief pause had also indirectly exposed his identity.
Thus, before Yao Lao could speak.
Han Shanshan's next words directly choked him up.
"Looks like, after all these years..."
"You're still the same as before."
"After having