Lin Heng's words, "paternal cousins," left the four women present completely dumbfounded.
Su Wanyue glanced at Su Qiubai, stretched her neck slightly forward, and said, "Su Qiubai and I are paternal cousins. Doesn't that mean paternal male cousins are direct relatives?"
"Wait! Don't tell me..."
Under the women's shocked and uncertain gazes, Lin Heng closed his eyes and nodded. "That's right. Just as you all guessed, the true identity of my paternal line is actually... the Changlin Clan!"
"Junior Brother, you... you're not joking, are you?" Senior Niu said, her expression wonderfully complicated.
Jiang Caiyan rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then abruptly turned her little head and asked in confusion, "Isn't your father Lin Zhique? How did he get involved with the Changlin Clan?"
"Sigh! Xiao Yan, how are you even dumber than Dummy? Doesn't that mean my vanished father is from the Changlin Clan?"
"..."
Lin Heng roughly told them the information he had previously pieced together from Lin Tianhe.
There was no nonsense, all of it was about the events of the past...
Everything had to begin with that improper father-and-son pair, Lin Daochuan and Lin Zhique. They came to the Heavenly Profound Continent...
"Hiss..." After Leng Qingqiu finished listening, she drew in a deep breath, feeling as if her teeth were chattering. Her face showed sudden enlightenment. "No wonder! No wonder when the first old Sect Leader fell, the Grand Elder and the others didn't believe it. So the old Sect Leader really didn't die!"
Lin Daochuan ranked fifth in the clan, was only over fifteen hundred years old, and had peak Dao Integration cultivation. Unless he had fallen in the Heavenly Tribulation or suffered some hidden plot,
otherwise, under normal circumstances, how could he have died in meditation so easily? He had simply not wanted to play