There was no connection whatsoever between Chen Changan and Shenwei. Shenwei might have reservations about answering some of Chen Changan's questions.
But Old Jin was different. Whatever the case, Old Jin counted as Shenwei's elder. With him speaking, Shenwei would feel much more at ease.
However, Nine Heavens Mountain had a hundred-thousandfold gravity, and Old Jin was currently only a remnant soul. Chen Changan was worried he might not be able to withstand it.
"It shouldn't be a problem. I don't have to come out in person; I can just project an avatar."
The moment Old Jin's soul avatar appeared, Shenwei froze.
"Y-you're the clan leader of the Golden Winged Feather Clan, King Jinyu?"
Huh?
So his surname really was Jin?
Chen Changan had only called him that offhandedly back then. No wonder Old Jin had never objected—his surname really was Jin.
"After all these years, I never thought we'd meet again."
"Sadly, everything has changed."
"Now, all I have left is a wisp of remnant soul, barely clinging to life."
"But why are you here?"
"You didn't take part in the great battle back then? Did something happen?"
"When did your cultivation reach the World King God Peak?" Old Jin asked curiously.
At Old Jin's words, Shenwei's expression filled with emotion. The world had indeed changed beyond recognition.
"Elder Jin, if even a wisp of your remnant soul survived in this world, then my father..." Shenwei looked at Old Jin with anxious hope.
"I don't know."
"But your father was slightly stronger than me back then. If I managed to leave behind a remnant soul, then perhaps he..."
"Yes, exactly! My father was even stronger than you, Elder Jin. If you're still here, then he must be too."
Before Old Jin could finish, Shenwei excitedly cut him off.
"You