Chapter 394: What Is He Called?

Just as Yu Lin had thought before.

He was not worried that Luoer and Bei would die; he had plenty of ways to rescue them.

Only…

The turn of events was a bit beyond his expectations.

Bei and Lamai did not die, and after all they had been through, they naturally ended up together.

As for Luoer........

Yu Lin stood on the road ahead, his gaze falling on Bei, who was sitting on a chair in front of the house.

She looked far more mature than a hundred years ago, her brows bearing a calm, motherly softness, yet one could still faintly see the shadow of the forthright, fiery female warrior from back then.

Her belly was swollen, clearly having been pregnant for a long time.

And within Yu Lin's perception.

Luoer's soul was neither in Heaven nor in Hell.

So where exactly was it?

The answer was obvious.

"If Bei knew… that my friend became my son?"

The thought flashed through Yu Lin's mind; he twitched the corner of his mouth and thought to himself that indeed, the world is unpredictable, like a large intestine wrapped around a small intestine.

At that moment.

Bei seemed to notice the strange stare, turned her gaze, and looked toward this side of the road.

At first, a hint of doubt and wariness appeared on her face—this settlement was secluded, rarely visited by completely unknown outsiders.

But when her eyes focused on Yu Lin's face and she saw that familiar countenance, unchanged down to the smallest detail after a hundred years, the doubt instantly turned into an incredulous shock.

She blinked hard, then rubbed her eyes, wondering if the heavy thoughts of pregnancy had caused a hallucination.

Yet that face remained clear, bearing the calm and composure she remembered, standing right there.

Not a hallucination!

A huge surprise surged like a tide, overwhelming all hesitation; Bei's face instantly burst into an uncontrollable radiant smile, and she nearly leapt up from the chair to run toward Yu Lin.

But the instant she was about to rise, a gentle yet irresistible invisible force lightly pressed on her shoulder, gently pushing her back onto the chair.

Immediately after, she felt a slight flicker before her eyes.

Yu Lin, who had been dozens of steps away, seemed to merely blink, and silently appeared right in front of her, leaning slightly forward, looking at her.

His tone remained the same as a hundred years ago, carrying that reassuring plainness, as if they had just said goodbye yesterday:

"Bei, long time no see."

A simple sentence, yet like a key, instantly unlocked the emotional gate in Bei's heart that had been sealed for a hundred years.

Her eyes almost instantly reddened uncontrollably, and a veil of vapor quickly spread.

But she still forced herself to hold back, feigning a light smile, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor:

"Hmm, yes, long time no see… Yu Lin."

She paused, sounding both like a complaint and a sigh, "Why did you go away for so long? We waited for you forever… Lamai kept saying you might never return."

She surveyed Yu Lin from head to toe, her eyes filled with wonder: "But you really are just the same as before, not a bit changed."

And she, who had been a female warrior, had become a woman about to become a mother.

Yu Lin naturally sat on another wooden stump beside Bei, shrugged, and said with a hint of helplessness: "It was my first time going to such a place; at first I could roughly sense how much time had passed, but later… the time there seemed different from the outside, and I completely lost the sense of it."

"Only after leaving there and seeing the seasons change again did I realize how long it had been."

Upon hearing this, Bei's curiosity was instantly piqued, temporarily suppressing the complex emotions of the reunion: "Eden Garden… what is it really like? I heard there is…"

She began firing off questions like a rapid‑fire cannon, about the Tree of Life, about rivers, about the scenery there, about angels…

Yu Lin patiently answered each one, his tone even, as if recounting an ordinary travel report.

Bei occasionally let out low exclamations or sighs, her eyes sparkling; aside from changes in appearance and status, that lively curious nature seemed not much different from the giantess who chased Yu Lin a hundred years ago.

But from start to finish, Bei never voluntarily mentioned Luoer.

She carefully avoided the name, as if it were an untouchable wound, not wanting the newly reunited Yu Lin to be immediately drawn into that deep sorrow.

Until she could think of no more questions, the conversation between them paused temporarily.

And at that moment, Lamai, who had gone out to handle matters, returned.

He saw Yu Lin, also having gone through shock, verification, and ecstatic joy.

The three sat together, and Lamai recounted the events of the past near‑century—how the city was destroyed by greedy allied armies, how they led the survivors to migrate here, how they rebuilt their home amid hardship, how they repelled external incursions, and… how the two of them came together.

When the topic inevitably delved into the siege of that year, Lamai took a deep breath and voluntarily brought up the name they had always deliberately avoided:

"…In the end, it was Luoer who secured the most crucial time for all of us."

The atmosphere instantly froze.

The lighthearted joy vanished, replaced by a sorrow so dense that even after decades it remained unbreakable, enveloping Bei and Lamai like a tangible fog.

Bei lowered her head, fingers clutching her garment tightly, her eyes reddening again.

Lamai also fell silent, his gaze filled with nostalgia and grief.

Yu Lin said nothing, simply keeping quiet company, allowing the silence and sorrow to flow.

Until he felt the atmosphere had been laid out enough.

He then suddenly spoke, his voice clear and calm, breaking the heavy silence:

"Luoer didn't die, hmm, it can't be said outright; he's probably half‑dead."

"We know… Luoer died; we buried him…"

Bei subconsciously followed the thread, choking as she responded, but halfway she stopped abruptly, and together with Lamai, who also lifted his head at the same instant, stared at Yu Lin with incredulous eyes.

"You… what did you just say?"

"I… he… what on earth is happening?!"

The two were almost incoherent, their hearts pounding like drums.

Yu Lin did not directly explain the complex cause‑and‑effect and the mystery of soul reincarnation; he simply lifted his hand calmly, pointed his index finger at Bei's high bulging abdomen.

Then he uttered something that left the two's minds instantly blank, shocked beyond measure, yet upon careful perception and association seemed—perhaps… as if it had been sensed in the void long ago, not entirely incomprehensible:

"He has become your son."

Seeing the two's completely stunned expressions, Yu Lin paused, a faint, oddly amusing curve lifting the corner of his mouth, and added:

"So, have you decided what name to give him?"

It seemed as if the two had already considered this question.

After the two had fully digested the news, Bei took a deep breath, looked at Yu Lin, and said, "Noah."

"Luoer told us that since we can't find him, in his next life he must become this Noah!"

"He's coming to find you!"