A new life...
Nan Feng looked at Gao Hang. He was not too surprised that he would say such a thing.
He had seen too many people come back from the dead.
Sikong Boxue, for example.
He had been brought out of the Godforsaken Land by Soyana.
The souls in the Godforsaken Land had been preserved very well, so Sikong Boxue was not much different from before his resurrection. He could barely still be considered the same person.
But even Soyana could only achieve that much.
If the dead person's soul was not in the Godforsaken Land, then Soyana could only resurrect him "as best she could."
What did "as best she could" mean?
Take the Zhao family back then.
Zhao Jiu, Zhao Yanzhuo, and those Zhao family members...
Under Soyana's methods, they could be resurrected endlessly, but every resurrection left them vastly different from their previous selves.
During his more than five hundred years in seclusion, Nan Feng occasionally thought about those resurrected Zhao family members.
Had they truly been resurrected by Soyana, or were they new lives created by Soyana?
Either was possible.
Nan Feng could not tell.
Even someone as powerful as Soyana could not completely resurrect a person.
Yun Fei and Xuan Cheng, those two half-baked amateurs, were even less likely to manage it.
So when Gao Hang said he was a new life, Nan Feng was not surprised at all.
"I understand." Nan Feng spoke calmly. "You all believe that you are new lives, that you have no sense of belonging to South City, so you were unwilling to contact us?"
Slit-Eyes nodded lightly. "Yes. Our souls were stitched together, and our memories are a complete mess. Am I Gao Hang, Yan Zhou, or Guan Zhi? Even I cannot tell."
Yun Fei stepped forward, his