Li Hongyun's brows furrowed instantly, and then he quickly shook his head.
"Eh? Could it be...
"No, it doesn't add up, the timing is off."
Li Hongyun's thoughts raced, and he formulated another speculation.
"Could it be that this is another manifestation of demons distorting slices of history? Since important historical figures have vanished outright, isn't it possible that individuals from different eras have been amalgamated?
"After all, besides him, I can't think of a second person named Zhang Renxia..."
Li Hongyun's previously acquired historical knowledge suddenly connected, outlining a possibility he had never considered before.
In the instance's initial scene, the character's card bore a poem: A longsword and a cup of wine, the heart of a man within an inch.
This poem wasn't written by someone from the Qi Dynasty, but by a great poet from the Liang Dynasty.
No matter how much the instance twisted reality, it was impossible for someone from the Liang to come to the Qi.
