"It's impossible that you still can't tell by now that I'm not from your era, right?"
Upon hearing this, the elderly man stood dumbfounded, carefully observing Wen Yan, who appeared too tender and smooth-skinned compared to people of this era, as well as his clothing.
After a few seconds of silence, he let out a long sigh.
"Have I already died?"
"That's what I've heard."
"What about Jianjun?"
"When I knew him, he was already over fifty years old."
"Did he marry?"
"Yes, his wife is very nice."
"Does he have children?"
"Records show he does, but I haven't met them."
"Are you really from Fuyu Mountain, or did you join the Scorching Sun Department?"
"I'm really from Fuyu Mountain. I'm not part of the Scorching Sun Department; I'm considered a special consultant for them."
Wen Yan took out his phone, scrolled through the photo album until he found his ID photo, and showed it to the elderly man.
