Chapter 2027: Lights Dimming, You are Situ Nan! (Second Update)

Late at night, dim torches flickered in the military camp, and platoons of soldiers patrolled, making the entire camp appear as solid as a fortress while also exuding a sense of order.

Outside the military camp, there was no singing now; instead, it was peaceful.

Many tents had extinguished their lights, with only a few still lit, revealing figures within. Especially in the commander's tent in the very center, the lights were bright, and numerous soldiers guarded its surroundings.

Inside the commander's tent, the old General Sinan stood by a map, frowning and gazing intently. He was alone in the tent, and it was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of candle flames burning.

"King Nan… Hmph, how can such a person be worthy of being called King Nan!" The old general looked at the map and sneered. He couldn't quite explain why, but he had a strange feeling about the title King Nan.

It was as if no one in this world was worthy of being called King Nan!

"Oh? Then who, exactly, is worthy of being called King Nan?" A voice with a smile gently rose from behind the old general.

The old general's body stiffened for a moment but instantly returned to normal. He turned to look behind him and saw a young man in white, with white hair, standing not far away, smiling at him.

"Before this old man becomes a king, no one is worthy of owning the title King Nan." The old general showed no panic in his expression; instead, he calmly sat there.

"Sit," the old general gestured forward.

Wang Lin looked at the other party, his eyes showing admiration. Without his memories awakened, facing a stranger who suddenly appeared in the commander's tent, the other party could still be so composed—this was extremely rare.

Especially since this composure was not feigned but genuinely calm.

Wang Lin smiled and sat opposite 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 heartily and, in front of Wang Lin, let out a low shout towards outside the tent.

"Someone, bring wine!"

A respectful voice came from outside the tent. A moment later, several soldiers entered the tent. Upon seeing Wang Lin, these soldiers were startled, especially the guards outside, whose expressions suddenly changed drastically.

They hadn't seen anyone enter here!

"Put down the wine and leave!" The old general's expression was normal as he waved his hand and said.

In silence, those guards placed several jars of wine beside the old general and Wang Lin, then retreated one by one.

"General Sinan has profound composure." Wang Lin picked up a jar of wine, put it to his lips, and took a large gulp.

"Your Excellency can arrive here silently; even if these soldiers were to act, they couldn't stop your intentions, so what's the use of them staying here?" The old general spoke, also picking up a jar of wine, breaking the seal, and drinking a good amount.

Wang Lin's smile grew wider; he was truly happy. In fact, one could say that since arriving on the Immortal Astral continent, he rarely had such happy moments. This was different from finding Li Muwan's remnant soul, different from being with Xuan Luo, but rather the reunion with a close old friend, an indescribable feeling.

This feeling made him very relaxed and happy.

Outside the tent, figures flickered rapidly, and footsteps echoed. In just a few words, the area outside the tent was already densely surrounded by countless soldiers. All the great generals had arrived, standing outside the tent as if facing a formidable enemy, but not daring to enter casually, only tightly encircling it.

Their expressions were tense, but the murderous aura was not diminished in the slightest; instead, it condensed like a surging tide, making the countless torches in the military camp seem suppressed and invisibly dim.

Time flowed, and it was almost dawn. These soldiers had been outside for almost an entire night. If it weren't for the occasional bursts of laughter from inside the tent, they would have been anxious to rush in.

However, the sound of laughter only made them more puzzled.

"Interesting, Mr. Wang has been to so many places. I've heard of that mountain and sea, but it's too far away; we Mortals cannot go there." The old general sighed lightly, put down an empty jar, picked up another, and took a drink.

"If you want to, you can," Wang Lin said, drinking the spicy wine and looking at his old friend with a smile.

"Oh? Mr. Wang must be a Cultivator, right?" The old general's eyes flashed.

Wang Lin nodded, not speaking, but continued to drink the wine.

Time passed again. When dawn broke, when a white line appeared at the edge of the sky, and the morning sun gradually rose, dispelling the darkness, Wang Lin and the old general had already drunk wine all night. During this night, Wang Lin spoke a lot. He talked about all his experiences on the Immortal Astral continent, about Tianniu Continent, Demon Scorpion Continent, and the scenes in Ancestral City. He even recounted everything in the Ancient Clan one by one.

When he spoke of finding Li Muwan's remnant soul, tears flowed. When he spoke of killing Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate to repay his Master's kindness with a life, his expression darkened.

He said a lot until he spoke of leaving the Ancient Clan and returning to the Immortal Clan's land.

The old general listened in a daze. He couldn't imagine what kind of identity this person possessed. If everything he said was true, then this person must be an astonishing figure on the Immortal Astral continent!

But why would such a person come to his tent in the dead of night, drink with him, and tell him all this… In the old general's mind, the person before him slowly became familiar, as if this familiarity had always been hidden deep in his memory, and now, it was revealing itself.

When he saw the other party's tears and sorrow, he didn't know why, but he felt the same, as if he had personally witnessed the story between the other party and Li Muwan.

"I can't find Li Qianmei… Situ, I've searched for a very, very long time, but I still can't find her…" Wang Lin mumbled, drinking wine with a bitter expression. Some words, some things, he couldn't tell others, but he could talk about them with Situ.

"Situ… who is that…?" The old general's expression became complicated. He had heard this surname many times from the other party's mouth.

Wang Lin put down the empty wine jar and picked up another. This night, they had already had wine delivered several times.

"I have a close friend; his name is Situ…" Wang Lin mumbled, glancing at the old general.

"To be your close friend, I imagine this person named Situ is also a Cultivator," the old general said slowly, looking at Wang Lin with a blank gaze.

"He is a Cultivator, a Cultivator who… wanted to be a prince. If you want to hear his story, it starts from a place called Vermilion Bird Star, a third-grade Cultivation Country, the State of Zhao…" Wang Lin's face showed reminiscence as he spoke softly.

Wang Lin's voice echoed in the tent, and the old general listened silently, his eyes growing even more bewildered.

Time flowed. When morning arrived, and the world was bathed in light, Wang Lin's voice still mumbled within the tent.

"Li Qianmei, Situ Nan, Qing Shui… all of them have 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, looked at the old general, and smiled.

The old general was silent, his body trembling. After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"I am Situ Nan?" He stared blankly at Wang Lin, his voice hesitant.

Wang Lin looked at the old general and slowly nodded.

"You are Situ Nan, I am Wang Lin…"

"Wang Lin…" The old general mumbled. After a long while, he suddenly burst into laughter. As he laughed, tears flowed. He wouldn't have believed this matter, but the feeling from his Soul, the familiarity of the person before him, and the scenes of the Immortal Cave Realm he described, made him have to believe it.

Moreover, he didn't believe that an Immortal Cultivator would deceive him, a Mortal!

"So, I have Reincarnated many times on this Immortal Astral continent. In this current Reincarnation, I am Sinan, the Grand Marshal of the Wuxuan Country…" Amidst the laughter, the old general's tears increased. He believed all of this, but precisely because he believed, he found it difficult to accept.

"The fifty thousand soldiers outside this tent, some of them have followed me since their grandfathers' generation. After their grandfathers died in battle, their fathers continued to be my soldiers, and many more, after their fathers died in battle, still followed me.

Now, you tell me that I am Situ Nan, a Situ Nan who wants to be a prince, that I am not Grand Marshal Sinan of Wuxuan Country, so what about them!" As the old general spoke, the tent curtain was suddenly pulled open. The soldiers were about to rush in but were driven out by a low shout from the old general.

"Reincarnation… Reincarnation… How many bonds in one Reincarnation? I have Reincarnated multiple times…" The old general slumped in his chair, looking at Wang Lin with a complicated expression, slowly breaking into a bitter smile.

"I'm sorry… This was my own choice back then. I chose to Reincarnate on the Immortal Astral continent; it has nothing to do with you."

Wang Lin was silent, continuously drinking wine, sip by sip.

"Help me awaken my past life memories!" The old general drank continuously until he had finished three whole jars. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was somewhat drunk. He looked at Wang Lin and said firmly.

When late night arrived again, Wang Lin left the commander's tent. His expression was complex. In mid-air, he turned back and took a deep look at the commander's tent below. As he watched, the tent curtain was lifted, and the old general walked out, looking up at him.

"Wang Lin, when this life's Reincarnation has no more regrets, and I become King Nan, I will come find you!" The old general shouted loudly, his voice filled with dominance and boldness.

Wang Lin's face broke into a smile. His laughter grew louder and louder, eventually bursting into hearty laughter himself.

"Situ, when you've had enough of being a prince, I'll wait for your arrival, and we'll get drunk again!" Wang Lin turned, transforming into a long rainbow, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Lads, prepare the troops! First, bring me that damn King Nan from outside; I've disliked him for a long time. Damn it, he dares to call himself King Nan!!

I've figured it out; I'm going to be King Nan!" The old general seemed much younger, laughing wildly and shouting.

Second update!

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