"Don't just plant a flag blindly, rest assured, I think I might already know who they are looking for."
"Who?"
"My descendant."
"What? Who did you have them with?"
"A descendant from the ancient era, I'm not clear who their other parent is, I've lost my memory."
Lin Yuan looked at the family registry in his hand.
This time, it was the original.
So many days had passed, enough time for Lu Xun to have brought his family's registry to Lin Yuan.
And looking at the registry, with traces of time, was quite different from looking at an electronic document on a smartphone—this was a texture and sediment formed after a thousand years had truly passed.
He murmured a sigh and said, "I guess I know the significance behind the transmission of this family registry, how interesting."
Indeed, very interesting.
