Lin Mu stared at the final line for several seconds.
'So this was what the Heavenly Stream Guardian Sect believed.'
Zhenyu had vanished and the sect had searched for him. But eventually, they gave up. And one hundred years later, his soul lamp had disappeared. All this had been enough for the sect to declare him dead.
Lin Mu slowly exhaled. "A bit strange."
He had expected something similar, yet seeing it written in the official records gave the matter a different weight. To the sect, Zhenyu had died more than one hundred thousand years ago.
His name had become history and his position had been replaced. His disciples and contemporaries had eventually disappeared into the river of time before the man himself had been forgotten.
Lin Mu's fingers lightly touched the edge of the ancient book.
Yet here he was, using Zhenyu's identity, wearing his robes, carrying his token and possessing information that no living member of the current sect should have.
