"Huh? Daoist Wei, you... weren't you back then..."
Zhu Zhishan stared at Lin Chang'sheng, and suddenly remembered—Wei Wuji, or Daoist Wei, a year and a half ago, his flying boat was attacked by a demon cultivator and he went missing.
How's he showing up here?
"I ran into a demon cultivator back then, got lucky and escaped, spent a year and a half traveling, and finally made it to the sect today. Uncle Qian just arranged for me to live here."
Lin Chang'sheng smiled faintly.
"What? A year and a half journey?"
"Everyone in the Outer Sect's been talking about a disciple from Great Yu named Lin Chang'sheng, who trekked for a year and a half to find the sect... That person... is you?"
Zhu Zhishan's eyes widened at his words, shock written all over his face.
"Daoist Zhu, not going to lie, that person is me. My real name's Lin Chang'sheng. I didn't know anything about cultivation back then, so I used a fake name to be careful. I hope you can understand!"
