"Zhao Ziping?"
Chen Lin searched his memories for a while, but still could not remember who that was.
He had no impression of him whatsoever.
"Where are you cultivating these days?"
The man did indeed bear a Bloodline Pact he had left behind, but it was rather weak. He had probably planted it on one of the man's ancestors when he was in the Golden Core or Nascent Soul Realm.
That would have been ten thousand years ago.
Who knew how many generations the man's bloodline had continued through? The power of the pact had grown very faint.
"I used to cultivate in the Tianxuan Realm. Now I'm in the Boundless Realm."
Zhao Qingchuan answered at once.
Then, his face full of hope, he said, "Our lineage is facing a crisis. Please lend us your aid, my lord, and give us a chance to renew our ancestor's pact and serve you!"
"Heh."
Chen Lin could not help chuckling.
The mention of the Tianxuan Realm did stir a few memories. After all, he had not taken many servants through Bloodline Pacts-only a handful in total.
But Zhao Ziping had only been with him for a short time.
It seemed he had been a hidden pawn Chen Lin planted in a city called Sihai Immortal City while in the Town Demon Realm, to deal with the Myriad Swords Gate of He Jiuxiao, the White-Robed Sword Saint.
He remembered the man because the circumstances under which he took him in were unusual. It had been one of the pivotal moments of his life.
As the floodgates of memory opened, Chen Lin could not help sighing with emotion.
Back then, He Jiuxiao had set his sights on Luo Qinglan and intended to force her into marriage. Chen Lin had risked his life to kill