In that instant, he felt as though he had been struck by lightning.
He immediately remembered that unbearably icy gaze he had felt the last time he presided over a sacrificial ceremony inside the branch, at the very moment he opened the rift.
His face suddenly turned bone-white, and his entire body felt as though it had been plunged into an icy pool.
"You... how did you know..."
Lynn leafed through the books on the desk and said slowly, "You really did create a lot of identities. You're Charles, a wealthy man in Country M, and you're also an adviser in a government agency. I even discovered that the identity you used when you married Lady Blood Cloak a hundred years ago was a forgery. Your real surname is Yan. You studied in Country M during the late Qing dynasty, and your family was quite prominent back then."
"And I'm honestly surprised myself. If I hadn't seen you here today, I would never have imagined that we had once caught a fleeting glimpse of each other."
"Unfortunately, Hell lay between us back then, so I never got a clear look at your face."
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What a coincidence.
Such a coincidence that it almost felt like fate was playing a cruel joke.
Charles muttered in a daze, the cold seeming to seep into his very marrow.
"How... how could this happen..."
Lynn remained utterly calm and said slowly, "Are you asking how we found you through that body you left behind? You really did cover your tracks flawlessly. If I couldn't see scenes from the past, you might actually have fooled me."
He took a deep breath and slowly stood.
"But don't worry. I won't lay a finger on you. Someone else will take your