Wait a minute, the bronze mirror, and the style of the other items in the room—it's like something out of an ancient costume drama.

It's ancient China, no wonder the God of Death said that this trial world has some connection with him.

He can even read these memories of mine. What's the difference between that and running naked in front of a true god...?

He thought of the person the other party had mentioned before, known for his impartiality and also as the King of Hell; his identity wasn't hard to guess.

Bao Zheng of the Song Dynasty was known for his impartiality, integrity, and incorruptibility. He was widely regarded as "Bao Qingtian" by the people. Legend has it that he judged cases in the mortal world by day and interrogated souls in the underworld by night.

Even after death, he was believed to have become Yama, the King of Hell, thus creating an impartial judge in the underworld.

Is this the Song Dynasty?

Wait a minute, we've been through the secret realms of the Xia, Shang, Qin, and Tang dynasties before. If this is the Song dynasty, could it be another unknown place?

But this is the place where the God of Death's legacy is tested. It can't be that much of a coincidence, can it?

Just then, there was a knock on the door: "Third Young Master, are you awake? Master and Madam want to see you. They say they have something important to discuss."

Zu An was taken aback. The Third Young Master?

Who am I, really? Surely I can't be the Sword God Xie Xiaofeng?

No, the dynasties don't match.

He opened the door, and the servant at the door couldn't help but exclaim, "The Third Young Master is indeed in good health. He was so badly injured before, but he's back to his old self so quickly."

"Was I injured before...?" Zuan suppressed his doubts. He wanted to ask the other party where this place was, and even who his parents were, but he was worried about revealing his secrets, so he decided to go and see what was going on first.

They soon arrived at a secluded room. As soon as he entered, a middle-aged woman came up and took his hand, asking with a worried expression, "Po Lu, how is your injury?"

Zuan: "???"