"A Jin?!!"
Lin Qiye stared blankly at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, standing frozen in place like a statue.
They looked too alike—far too alike... No, this was no longer a matter of resemblance. This was A Jin after he had grown up!
At that moment, Lin Qiye's thoughts seemed to return to Cangnan, to that cramped, shabby little house that had accompanied him for more than a decade.
Morning sunlight spilled across the floor. Amid the aroma of food, he would push open the door and see his aunt standing at the kitchen entrance with steaming dishes in her hands, while A Jin sat beside the dining table, bent over as he stroked Xiao Hei Lai, who was lazily yawning...
His younger cousin A Jin's face slowly overlapped with the face of the silver-robed man before him.
The only difference was that this silver-robed man possessed a far deeper bearing, and his eyes were sharper than A Jin's. Like a battle-hardened general, a casual glance from him was enough to bring immense pressure.
"A Jin?" Upon hearing those two words, the silver-robed man frowned slightly.
"You have mistaken me for someone else... I am True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao, Yang Jian."
Yang Jian?
Yang Jin?
Lin Qiye froze slightly. The next moment, as though he had realized something, his pupils suddenly contracted.
That silver-robed figure who had descended through the air from the mortal realm above Cangnan; the Howling Celestial Dog that resembled Xiao Hei Lai and had slaughtered the Norse beast Kraken; the disciple True Lord Yu Ding had asked him to take care of... Damn it, he should have realized it long ago!
Yang Jian and the Howling Celestial Dog. A Jin and Xiao Hei Lai.
The character Jian meant to halt the spear—thus, Jin.
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