"Uncle Taro."
"You... are you Dalin?"
Zhong Lin dismounted and for the first time showed a rare smile on his face as he looked at Uncle Taro in front of him.
This is Lower River Village in Black Mountain County. Zhong Lin passed by and on a whim, decided to come back for a look.
Two years ago, his soul traversed here, and this was the first place he stayed, but returning here again felt as if it was just yesterday.
Uncle Taro looked at Zhong Lin in disbelief. No matter how he looked, he couldn't connect this imposing young lord with the small, weak, and dark-skinned Dalin from back then.
It's not just a transformation—it's clearly a different person.
Uncle Taro put down the basket from his back and continued to scrutinize Zhong Lin, trying to carefully examine every part of him.
"Are you really Dalin?"
"Uncle Taro, it's me. You watched me grow up. Don't you recognize me?" Zhong Lin said with a smile.
