Leng Yaozhu stared fixedly at the thick history book in her hands.
"How could this be?"
She could not help crying out, her voice filled with disbelief.
"Lin Fan and I clearly lived through all these events, but... why isn't there anything about him?"
Hearing this, Leng Yulai, who was sitting beside her, leaned over with a puzzled expression.
She took the heavy history book from her sister's hands and began rapidly searching every line of the records from that era.
Yet even after a careful search, Leng Yulai could not find so much as a word about Lin Fan. Her eyes were filled with confusion.
The name Lin Fan seemed to be some sort of taboo on the Douluo Continent, erased without a trace by the laws of the world.
Sitting in the seat of honor, the Head of the Leng Family watched his two daughters, equally puzzled. How could this be?
Whether before history had changed or in this altered history, there was no trace of Lin Fan's existence.
But then, what explained the ruins of the Hidden Azure Pavilion?
The Head of the Leng Family knew perfectly well that Lin Fan had founded that organization with his own hands.
There was no record of Lin Fan himself anywhere in the world, yet the crumbling ruins of the Hidden Azure Pavilion had remained in the long river of history, surviving to this day.
It was all a mystery, but none of them had any way to uncover what lay hidden behind it.
Could all these causes and consequences be connected to that mysterious Light Screen in the sky?
Yet as things stood, touching or studying the Light Screen was utterly impossible for them.
The Head of the Leng Family looked at his daughter and could not help sighing.