"I came back, not left. This body originally belonged to me. I was pushed out of this world and sent to another world by the previous host." Yan Muhuai emphasized this to Thirty-five again.

Thirty-five did not comment on this. It felt that its sword-cultivating master was Yan Muhuai himself, and its current frail body seemed to be borrowed.

"Now let's talk about the second world." Rong Jin patted Yan Muhuai on the back and took over the conversation. "This is the memory that Master and I share. Master is a ghost cultivator from another world, but there is no system here, no strategy missions, and neither of you exists..."

Before Rong Jin could finish his words, Thirty-Five excitedly slapped the sofa, "This is fake, this world must be fake. Little Two-Four and I are not here. You two must be dreaming."

Ming Fei knew nothing, so there was no room for her to interrupt at this time.

Rong Jin looked at Yan Muhuai, and the two of them looked at each other in tacit understanding for a moment.

Just treat it as a dream, a memory that only the two of them know about, it’s pretty good.

As Yan Muhuai's sword spirit did not participate in this world, it was normal for the defense to be broken at the 35th time, and Rong Jin did not bother with it.

He pointed at the third cup. "This is the world we live in now. Master and I were both born here. My soul was incomplete since I was young, and a wisp of it drifted to the second world, where I met Master. Master's body was stolen by the previous host three years ago, and he traveled through time. So the question is, when did I bind to the system and go to the first world to capture Master?"