I've lost count of how long I've been here. So much time has passed that I often wonder if the past twenty-odd years I remember were just a dream...

No, that can't be. Everything I remember must be real.

But I'm still afraid; I'm afraid I'll never remember who I am again.

Therefore, I have decided to record my experiences from the first twenty years of my life, and starting today, I will write down all the important things in this diary.

—The title page of "The Diary of Emperor Zulong".

With the final stroke, Yin Ming placed the brush on the brush rest and let out a shallow sigh of relief.

The paper was too old, the pinyin characters were blurred, and the spacing between words was not very clear, so the translation took longer than Yin Ming had imagined.

In addition, he has to go to the divine realm to study and patrol every day, and after returning to his courtyard he still has to eat and wash up, so he doesn't have much free time.

Therefore, even after a day of having retrieved the diary, Yin Ming had only translated the first page.

Although Lingyao spent all his time idly in the courtyard, Yin Ming was hesitant to entrust him with translating his diary.

The original author's diary will inevitably involve the real world to some extent, and Yin Ming hasn't decided whether to tell Ling Yao the truth yet.

For example, they might be living in a novel world, or Ling Yao might be the male protagonist of the book, or Yin Ming might be a transmigrator...

It's unknown how Lingyao will react, but if someone tells Yin Ming that he's just a character in a book, Yin Ming will probably question his existence.

Let Yin Ming translate it himself and then relay the key points to Ling Yao. We can talk about the rest later when we have the chance.

Having not written anything for a long time, and even when he was writing calligraphy, Yin Ming rubbed his slightly sore shoulders and decided to go out for some fresh air.

As soon as Yin Ming arrived in the courtyard, he noticed a dark figure sneaking around the bedroom door, peeking in and checking what was happening inside.

Knowing that Lingyao was inside washing up, Yin Ming immediately shouted, "Who goes there?!"

What kind of shameless person would peep on someone taking a shower!

Most importantly, Yin Ming muttered to himself, he hadn't even seen it yet.

The figure was startled and instinctively tried to escape by climbing over the wall, but then seemed to notice something and looked towards Yin Ming with a puzzled expression.

At that moment, the door opened from the inside out, and Lingyao, dressed neatly, appeared behind the door. His white hair was still dripping with water, soaking the clothes on his shoulders.

But he clearly didn't care, staring coldly at the uninvited guest who had barged into the courtyard.

Lingyao suddenly frowned. "You're a disciple of the Demonic Sect? How did you know I was here? Speak, what do you want with me?"

A disciple of the Demonic Sect? Yin Ming quickly sensed the aura of the man in black in front of him and found that he was indeed surrounded by a faint resentment. He was definitely a member of the Demon Clan.

Aside from that stubborn guy we encountered before, the only demons who dared to trespass into the Divine Realm were the Demon Sect disciples who came to the Divine Continent with Lingyao.

It's understandable that Lingyao would make such a guess about the other party's identity.

Upon hearing Ling Yao's words, the man's confusion deepened. He hesitated for a long time before finally managing to say, "Isn't this Yin Ming's residence?"

Yin Ming raised an eyebrow slightly. Judging from this, it seemed that this person had come to see him.

Although he didn't know what was going on, the person didn't seem to have any ill intentions, so Yin Ming composed himself and replied, "I am Yin Ming. Who are you, and what do you want with me?"

Even if this person truly harbored malicious intent, with his sixth-realm cultivation, he couldn't cause any trouble in front of Yin Ming and Ling Yao.

Upon hearing this, the man's expression shifted rapidly. "You... also have a thousand faces?"

His tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, as if he had suddenly realized something. "That's right. You've already shown your faces in front of everyone in the Divine Realm. If you don't change your appearance, you simply won't be able to stay here any longer."

He pulled off the veil covering the lower half of his face, revealing a friendly smile. "Well done, kid. It hasn't been long and you've already made it this far, even having your own private courtyard."

Yin Ming was completely bewildered by his series of actions. "Who the hell are you? What is all this about?"

Also, why did he say "also"?

Do you also have a thousand faces?

Does that mean he has one too? He also wears the Thousand Faces?

As if to confirm Yin Ming's guess, the man reached out and touched his face, removing a flesh-colored mask.

Yin Ming stared intently at his face. Wow, it really was that stubborn guy—Feng Yan, who had escaped from the Forsaken Land with him.

"You should still remember who I am, right?" Feng Yan smiled, his handsome face showing a hint of arrogance. Before Yin Ming could respond, he continued:

"No way? You don't remember? We've been through life and death together, how can you just forget like that? Isn't that incredibly heartless?"

His tone was nonchalant, clearly a joke.

Yin Ming immediately shook his head, "Of course I remember, but where did your mask come from?"

Feng Yan raised the corners of his mouth and put the mask back on his face. "Surprised? My master is Duan Jiang. What can't he do?"

Yin Ming nodded. Although his words sounded arrogant, they were the truth.

"Ah Yao, dry your hair first, so you don't catch a cold later." Yin Ming turned to look at Ling Yao standing at the door and gave her a word of advice.

Lingyao nodded slightly before turning and going back into the inner room.

Feng Yan's gaze swept between the two of them, and suddenly a teasing smile appeared on his face.