Late at night, the dim torches flickered in the military camp. There were also groups of soldiers patrolling the area, making the entire military camp seem impregnable. There was also a sense of order to it.
Outside the camp, there was no singing. Instead, it was quiet.
Many of the tents had already extinguished their lights. Only a few were still lit, and silhouettes could be seen in the flickering lights.
The commander's tent in the middle was brightly lit, and there were many soldiers standing guard around it.
In the commander's tent, Old General Si Nan stood next to a map. He frowned and looked at it intently. He was the only one in the tent, and it was very quiet all around. Only the occasional sound of burning candles could be heard.
"King Nan … Hmph, how can someone like him be called King Nan!" The old general looked at the map and sneered.
He couldn't explain why, but he had a strange feeling about being called King Nan.
It was as if no one in the world was worthy of being called King Nan!
"Oh?
Then who is worthy of being called King Nan? "
A joking voice came from behind the old general.
The old general's body trembled, but he recovered in an instant. He turned around and saw a white-robed, white-haired young man standing not far away, smiling at him. "Before the Old Man becomes King Wei, no one is worthy of being called King Nan." There was not a trace of panic in the old general's expression. Instead, he sat there calmly.
"Sit." The old general pointed to the front.
Wang Lin looked at him with admiration in his eyes. It was rare for the old general to be so calm in the face of a stranger who had suddenly appeared in the commander's tent without any memories.
In particular, this calmness was not feigned, but genuine calmness.
Wang Lin faintly smiled and sat down opposite of the old general.
"Do you have wine?" Wang Lin asked with a smile.
"How can there be no wine in the army?" The old general laughed and shouted outside the tent in front of Wang Lin.
"Someone, bring the wine!"
A respectful voice came from outside the tent. A moment later, a few soldiers walked into the tent. When they saw Wang Lin, these soldiers were stunned, especially the guards outside. Their expressions changed greatly.
They did not see anyone enter this place!
The old general's expression was normal as he waved his hand and said, "Put down the wine and leave!"
The guards silently placed down a few jars of wine beside the old general and Wang Lin before retreating one by one.
"General Si Nan has great willpower." Wang Lin picked up a jar of wine and took a big gulp.
"Sir, you were able to come here without a sound. Even if these soldiers attack, they won't be able to stop you. What's the point of staying here?" As the old general spoke, he picked up a jar of wine, removed the seal, and drank a lot of it in large gulps.
The smile on Wang Lin's face became even wider. He was really happy. It could even be said that he had rarely been this happy since coming to the Immortal Astral Continent. This was different from when he obtained Li Muwan's soul fragment or when he was with Xuan Luo. This was the feeling of meeting an old friend. It was an indescribable feeling.
This feeling made him very relaxed and happy.
Figures flashed outside the tent, and footsteps could be heard. In the time it took to say a few words, the tent was already surrounded by countless soldiers. All the generals had arrived, and they looked as if they were facing a great enemy. However, they did not dare to casually enter the tent, and could only surround it tightly.
They were all nervous, but their killing intent didn't lessen at all. Instead, it condensed into a monstrous killing intent that made the countless torches in the camp dim.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost dawn. These soldiers had been outside for almost an entire night. If not for the laughter coming from inside the tent, they would have already rushed in.
However, the sound of that laughter made them even more confused.
"Interesting, Sir Wang has gone to so many places. The Old Man of the Mountain Sea has heard of it, but it is too far for us mortals to go." The old general let out a sigh as he put down an empty jar, picked up another, and drank a mouthful.
"If you want to, you can." Wang Lin drank the spicy wine as he looked at his old friend and smiled.
"Oh?
Sir Wang should be a cultivator. "The old general's eyes lit up.
Wang Lin nodded. He didn't speak and continued to drink.
Time passed once more. When dawn arrived and a white line appeared over the horizon, the sun gradually rose and the darkness dissipated. Wang Lin and the old general had been drinking all night. During this night, Wang Lin talked a lot. He talked about his experiences on the Immortal Astral Continent, the Heavenly Bull Continent, the Devil Scorpion Continent, the ancestral city, and even everything he had experienced in the Ji clan.
When he talked about finding Li Muwan's soul fragment, tears flowed out. When he talked about killing the Ancient Dao Emperor and using his life to repay his teacher's kindness, his expression became dim.
He talked a lot until he left the Ancient clan and returned to the celestial clan.
The old general listened. He couldn't imagine what kind of identity this person had. If everything he had said was true, then this person must be an amazing person on the Immortal Astral Continent!
But why would such a person come to his tent in the middle of the night, drink with him, and say these things to him … In the old general's mind, the person in front of him seemed to slowly become familiar, as if this familiarity had always been hidden in the depths of his memories, and at this moment, it was revealed.
When he saw the tears and sadness, he didn't know why, but he felt the same. It was as if he had personally seen the story between this person and Li Muwan.
"I can't find Li Qianmei … Situ, I searched for a long time, but in the end, I still couldn't find her …" Wang Lin muttered as he bitterly drank wine. There were some things he couldn't say to others, but he could talk about them with Situ.
"Situ … Who is it …" The old general's expression became complicated. He had heard this name many times from Situ.
Wang Lin put down the empty wine jar and picked up another one. Throughout the night, they had ordered people to deliver wine several times.
"I have a good friend named Situ …" Wang Lin murmured as he looked at the old general.
The old general was confused as he looked at Wang Lin and slowly said, "To be able to become your good friend, I believe this person named Situ is also a cultivator."
Wang Lin's face was filled with reminiscence as he softly said, "He is a cultivator, a … cultivator who wants to become a king. If you want to hear his story, you have to start at a place called Suzaku, a rank 3 cultivation country called Zhao …"
Wang Lin's voice echoed inside the tent. The old general silently listened, and the confusion in his eyes became even stronger.
Time passed. When morning arrived and the world was bright, Wang Lin's voice was still muttering.
"Li Qianmei, Situ Nan, Shimizu … They all reincarnated on the Immortal Astral Continent … I left a mark on them. This is the only way to find them." Wang Lin took a sip of wine as he looked at the old general and smiled.
The old general silently pondered and his body trembled. After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"I'm Situ Nan?" He looked at Wang Lin and his voice was filled with hesitation.
Wang Lin looked at the old general and slowly nodded.
"You're Situ Nan, I'm Wang Lin …" Wang Lin … "The old general muttered, and after a long time, he began to laugh. As he laughed, tears flowed out. He originally wouldn't believe this, but the feeling from his soul, the familiarity of the person before him, and the things Wang Lin had told him about the cave world, forced him to believe it.
He also didn't believe that a celestial would deceive a mortal like him!
"That means I have reincarnated many times on the Immortal Astral Continent. In this reincarnation, I'm Situ Nan, the commander-in-chief of Wu Xuan …" As he laughed, even more tears flowed out of the old general's eyes. He believed all of this, but because he believed it, he found it difficult to accept.
"Some of the five hundred thousand soldiers outside the tent have followed me since their grandfather's generation. After their grandfather died in battle, their fathers continued to serve me. There are even some who followed me day after day after their fathers died in battle.
"Now you're telling me that I'm Situ Nan, a Situ Nan who wants to become a king. If I'm not the Wu Xuan State's General Situ Nan, then what are they going to do?" As the old general spoke, the tent flap was suddenly opened. Just as the soldiers were about to rush in, the old general let out a roar and drove them out.
"Reincarnation … Reincarnation … How many fetters are there in one reincarnation? I've reincarnated several times …" The old general slumped in his chair and looked at Wang Lin with a complicated expression. He then revealed a bitter smile.
"I'm sorry … This was my own choice. I chose to reincarnate on the Immortal Astral Continent, it has nothing to do with you."
Wang Lin silently pondered as he continued to drink, one mouthful at a time.
"Help me open the memories of my previous life!"
The old general continued to drink until he drank three jars. His eyes were bloodshot and he was drunk. He looked at Wang Lin and spoke with determination.
When night arrived once more, Wang Lin left the commander-in-chief's tent. He had a complicated expression as he looked back at the commander-in-chief's tent below. The old general walked out and looked up at him.
"Wang Lin, once this old man has no more regrets in this reincarnation, I'll come find you for Queen Nan!" the old general said loudly. His voice was filled with a domineering and bold aura.
Wang Lin revealed a smile. His laughter became louder and louder until he laughed as well.
"Situ, once you're done being a king, I'll wait for you to come and then we'll get drunk!" Wang Lin turned around and disappeared into a ray of light.
"Brats, gather the troops. First, bring that damn King Nan for this old man. This old man has long been annoyed with him. Damn it, he dares to call himself King Nan!!
This old man has thought it through, this old man wants to be King Nan! "The old general seemed a lot younger as he laughed wildly.
Second update!
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