"Crack!"
The teacup slipped straight out of Zhu Yao's hand and fell to the ground.
"You... what did you just say?"
Beside her, Feng Qing sprang up from the stone stool, even knocking over the wooden chair behind her.
The two Demon Sovereigns of Ancient Times both stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.
"You're saying that human brat who spends all day trailing around behind you... Xie Changsheng, is Shi Yin!?"
"How is that possible!?"
"Shi Yin clearly perished before our eyes back then! He was reincarnated? And as a pure-blooded human at that?!"
There was simply too much in this news, so much that even their minds went blank for a moment.
Watching the two of them, Si Chen did not rush to speak. He simply gave them time to digest it in silence.
Of course he understood their loss of composure.
Hundreds of thousands of years of separation in life and death, those friends they had trusted with their lives and thought had long since turned to ash and smoke...
Then, one day, someone told them those friends were still alive, right under their noses, even.
Something like this was enough to make anyone's Dao Heart lose its footing.
Only after a long while did Zhu Yao barely suppress her surging emotions and ask quietly, "Are you certain? This sort of thing... must never be joked about!"
"I never joke about karma."
Si Chen nodded slightly. "Not just Changsheng. Unless something unexpected has happened, the others... should all be reincarnations of those people from back then."
"It's just that, apart from Changsheng, I still can't say with complete certainty who is who."
The art of reincarnation was indeed profound, but perhaps only Si Chen himself knew whether he truly could not determine the full chain of karma.