"I'll explain the specifics to you in a while, is that alright?"
Old Su was stunned at this, then nodded thoughtfully:
"So that's how it is..."
He once again pressed his right index finger to the pulse of his left wrist, feeling the surging vitality within.
Judging by the pulse,
This body is probably only in its twenties...
He then opened his mouth, ready to ask Xu Yun for a mirror to see his own face.
But before he spoke, another matter suddenly flashed in his mind.
His pupils contracted, and he sat up straighter.
He shoved the original question back down and eagerly asked Xu Yun:
"So, young Xu, since this is nine hundred years later... what about the Great Song? What became of the Great Song?"
Xu Yun was silent for a long time, then took out his phone.
He typed 'Emperor Huizong of Song' into the search bar.
Moments later,
The webpage refreshed.
Xu Yun handed it to Old Su, showed him basic touchscreen operations, and said:
