Zhang Xiaomo's words startled Yan Junze, his face changing as he asked, "A whole village of people, all dead?"
"Yeah." Zhang Xiaomo nodded.
Then Yan Junze asked, "What is... a Spirit Bridge?"
Instead of answering, Zhang Xiaomo glanced at a table about two tables away where a young man in black was sitting, wearing sunglasses and sipping a cup of cappuccino iced coffee alone.
Yan Junze also turned his head for a look.
Zhang Xiaomo said, "You don't need to be suspicious of him; he's your colleague now. He came here with me. His name is Zhang Di."
"Is he your brother?" Yan Junze asked.
"Just because he has the surname Zhang, he's related to me? Then is Confucius's disciple Yan Hui your ancestor?" Zhang Xiaomo gave him a look.
Yes, the ancient history of this parallel world was basically the same as the one in which Yan Junze was reborn. So there was Confucius, and there was Yan Hui.
