Chapter 536: We Miss You

Mou, Cheng Xian.

Cheng Xian looked at the entering Yu Lin and was initially startled.

This person…

He has lived most of his life, having seen King Chu, having seen envoys from various nations, having seen countless people who claimed to be extraordinary.

But the person before him is different.

That bearing is not cultivated from a life of pampered ease, nor forged from holding a high position.

It is something more primal, like a mountain, like the sea, like the presence he once felt during a Shaman Ritual—an indescribable, unseeable aura.

Cheng Xian suppressed his astonishment and silently wondered: Had he seen him before?

Unfortunately.

He racked his brain but could not recall ever having crossed paths with such a person.

In the end he could only give up and ask:

"May I ask how the esteemed guest wishes to be addressed?"

The person smiled faintly.

"I am called Yu Lin."

Cheng Xian nodded, about to continue the small talk—

Wait.

Yu Lin?

Which Lin?

He just tossed a Bamboo Scroll bearing "Lin", and now a person named "Lin" shows up at the door?

Sss—

Cheng Xian grew increasingly astonished, about to voice his thought, when he saw Yu Lin pull an item from his sleeve and hand it over.

It was that Bamboo Scroll.

"Sorry," Yu Lin said, "I just borrowed it briefly, and now I've come back specifically to return it to Lord Cheng."

Cheng Xian was stunned.

He instinctively reached out to catch the Bamboo Scroll, and the feeling in his hand was incredibly familiar.

It was indeed his scroll, even the way the binding hemp rope was tied hadn't changed!

But what shocked him even more was another matter.

Borrow?

What does "borrow" mean?

His study is heavily guarded; Chen Liu stands guard at the door day and night, not even a single fly can get in.

How did this person "borrow" it away? And how did he "return" it?

Cheng Xian opened his mouth, only to find he didn't know what to say.

Yu Lin, however, continued speaking.

"Additionally, I would ask Lord Cheng—"

He raised his hand and pointed.

Cheng Xian followed his finger to the corner of his study, where the Bronze Armor he treasured stood silently among the bookshelves, emitting a faint blue hue in the sunlight filtering through the window.

"Lord Cheng, where did you acquire that armor?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xian's scattered guesses suddenly converged into a single thread.

He did not answer immediately.

He lifted his head and signaled with his eyes to the few servants still standing by the door.

The servants understood, bowed, stepped back, and gently closed the door.

Only Cheng Xian and Yu Lin remained in the study.

Cheng Xian took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Could it be that you, Yu, know the origin of this armor?"

Yu Lin nodded, his tone gentle:

"Hmm, I forged it myself."

"I see, Yu, you truly are…"

Cheng Xian subconsciously nodded, his words trailing off—

Suddenly he stopped.

His movement froze midair, like a statue suddenly struck at an acupoint.

Then, he slowly raised his head, looked at Yu Lin's calm face, and forced a smile.

"Yu…"

"Are you kidding?"

Yu Lin gave no reply.

He simply stepped forward toward the Bronze Armor.

As he passed Cheng Xian, he left a sentence drifting behind him:

"Lord Cheng, you think the 'Lin' mentioned in that Bamboo Scroll— which Lin is it?"

Cheng Xian was completely stunned.

He stood in place, like a wooden stake nailed to the ground, staring blankly at Yu Lin's back.

"The 'Lin' in the Bamboo Scroll."

The person before me named Lin.

That set of Bronze Armor he claimed he forged himself.

And those—

There is Lin from the heavens,

He bestowed upon Da Yu the shamanic writ.

How many years ago was that?

Da Yu.

That was antiquity, that was legend, that was an era countless times older than Chu Guo.

If what the Bamboo Scroll says is true, if the person before me really is that Lin—

Then wouldn't that mean……

Cheng Xian's mind churned with tumultuous waves, countless thoughts like exploding fireworks, utterly impossible to sort out.

But in the end, all the chaotic thoughts settled, leaving only one idea, echoing in his heart, growing clearer and more resolute:

Divine Spirits Descend!

It's Divine Spirits Descend!

He, Cheng Xian, a minor historiographer of Chu Guo, how could he possibly have the fortune to personally witness the legendary—

And Cheng Xian's surging thoughts in his heart, Yu Lin did not know.

He merely walked up to that set of Bronze Armor and stopped.

Mottled armor plates, worn patterns, several obvious battle scars.

This armor had clearly been worn for a long time, many times, on many battlefields.

Yu Lin's gaze fell upon that helmet.

Inside, there was a line of text.

Except for two characters, the rest were all pictographic ancient script.

He softly recited it:

"Yu Lin, I and Wen Ming miss you dearly; when will you come visit us again? I fear I can't wait any longer............."

Finished reciting.

Before Yu Lin's eyes, a face suddenly appeared.

A youthful face, with a radiant smile.

Si Linghua.

That radiant smile before my eyes and this line of mottled ancient characters, separated by vast stretches of time, overlapped together.

Outside the window, the setting sun slowly sank into the distant mountains.

"Ling Hua........... I will."