It really was possible.
Tang Liu looked at the yellowed portrait Tang Ya had found. Though much of the ink had already faded, he could still barely make out the face of the person in the painting.
He condensed a mirror out of Soul Power, glancing at himself in it before looking at the portrait in his hand.
"These clearly look nothing alike. How did you recognize me?" Could it have been sheer imagination?
Tang Ya stood beside him, still looking somewhat incredulous. She could not understand why someone from ten thousand years ago was standing alive and well before her now. Yet when she looked at Tang Liu, a trace of respect still involuntarily appeared on her face, and she seemed quite restrained.
Tang Liu looked at the portrait for a while longer. When he still found nothing, he could not help shaking his head before returning it to Tang Ya. Seeing how reserved she was, he waved a hand and said, "Don't be so formal. I'm not some old-fashioned old man. Just treat me as a friend."
Tang Ya hesitated for a while, but ultimately did not agree.
Tang Liu could not help shaking his head again. He rose from a chair in the main hall and began wandering around the Tang Sect.
The sights before his eyes gradually overlapped with the Tang Sect from his memories of ten thousand years ago. Back then, this had still been the territory of the Strength Clan, but members of the other three clans had also been active here. It was these people who had formed the original Tang Sect.
But now? Not a single member of the four clans remained.
The more Tang Liu wandered around, the colder the sneer on his face became.
Over the past ten thousand years,