At that moment, in that bizarre space, a figure appeared before Lin Jun.
It was clear that the figure's clothing was extremely strange—so strange that Lin Jun felt momentarily unaccustomed to it, though he quickly realized why.
He had seen those clothes before.
Twenty years of memories surged back into Lin Jun's mind like a tide, making him feel as though he had returned in an instant to the place where he had been born and raised.
For many years, Lin Jun had kept that world a secret, never telling anyone. But now, it seemed he had found an outlet to vent it all.
Yet when Lin Jun truly wanted to say something, he found himself unable to speak. His entire body trembled, and for a moment, he did not even know what expression to make.
At that moment, the figure opened his eyes as well.
"Unknown descendant, you..."
"Let's speak in words we both understand. We're both transmigrators, so what's the point of hiding things?"
Lin Jun cut him off directly. He forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and spoke words he had not uttered in a long, long time.
For a moment, he was actually unaccustomed to his own mother tongue, though he quickly adapted.
The shadow, on the other hand, froze for a moment before gradually taking human form.
Lin Jun took one look and thought, Well then, he's about the same age as me.
"Fellow countryman?"
"Yeah, fellow countryman."
The two stared at each other, and the space fell silent for a time.
The beings watching from the sidelines all leaned sideways, desperately trying to catch what they were saying. Yet although Lin Jun made no effort to conceal his words, they could not understand the language he spoke.
Even when they communicated directly through