Good thing I didn't wander off for a month or two, or I would've missed everything, Zhao Xin thought to himself.
"Little Xinzi, what are you spacing out for? Come on, let's drink," Ling Yun said, placing an old jar of wine and two cups on the stone table.
"Wang Er, get in here!" Zhao Xin shouted toward the courtyard.
"I'm coming, Seventh Young Master. What orders do you have for this humble servant?" Wang Er asked with some displeasure. In his eyes, this Seventh Young Master might not be completely useless, but he was close enough. He was extremely reluctant when the head of the house assigned him to be his lackey.
"Tell the kitchen to prepare some dishes to go with the wine."
"This humble servant will attend to it immediately."
As Wang Er left, he glanced at Ling Yun. He looked so unfamiliar—where on earth had the Seventh Young Master met such a friend? He had been guarding right outside the courtyard, so how had this ordinary man even gotten in?
"Little Xinzi, come have a cup."
"Brother Yun, before we drink, can you clear up the doubts in my heart?" Zhao Xin's expression turned extremely grave.
"Let's hear it first."
"Who is the Ancient Underworld King?"
Ling Yun was momentarily stunned. It was hardly a secret, anyway. Then he calmly took a sip, leisurely opening his mouth to reply.
"Me."
Although Zhao Xin had prepared himself, he still wasn't calm enough and gave a violent start.
"At that time, you had the ability to return to your homeland of Blue Star, so why did you still choose to use the Reincarnation Mirror to destroy the world and reboot the era?"
Ling Yun listened quietly without interrupting, pouring himself a drink from time to time.
"And there