A man in a straw raincoat was sitting by a pond, holding a fishing rod in his hand, motionless.
As the three of them approached, they saw that the water in the pool was crystal clear, extremely pure, without a trace of dust or impurities.
They can even see the straight fish hook.
Not far from the pool, there is a high platform that reaches the clouds, standing tall and majestic.
He had seen this platform before. It was the platform that locked up the powerful human beings in Kunlun Ruins. It was exactly the same as the platform in front of him.
Lutai.
The difference is that the Lutai in front of him is complete, not as dilapidated and lacking in charm as the one he saw before.
Lin Han's gaze was not on the Lu Terrace, but on the man in the straw raincoat by the pond.
The water in the pond is clear and the fish hook is straight.
The fisherman here left him puzzled.
"Old man?" Lin Han asked softly, not sure whether the fisherman was dead or alive.
"What's the matter?" The two words came out of the fisherman's mouth with difficulty.
"What's your name?"
"The world calls me a saint, but I am a sinner!"
"Saint? Sinner?" Lin Han was stunned. He didn't expect this answer. "What crime did the old man commit?"
"The crime is unforgivable."
The fisherman did not explain in depth, so Lin Han had to change the topic elsewhere.
"The water in this pond is so clear, why is the old man fishing here?"
"Atonement!" said the fisherman.
Even though Lin Han and Zhang Liang were smart, they still found this matter incredible.
"How long have you been fishing here?"
"More than 1,200 years!"
The four fields fell into silence.
Lin Han didn't know how to respond.
Fishermen who have been fishing for more than 1,200 years have felt a terrible shock in these rare words.
"How did you get in here?" the fisherman asked.
"Come here to find the ruins of Yin, and take the Lutai."
Lutai.
The fisherman slowly raised his head.
An extremely old and withered face appeared in front of the three people, but Lin Han did not feel terror on this face. Instead, there was a gentle and kind feeling, like an ancestor looking at the younger generation.
"What are you going to do with the Lutai?"
"My ancestors told me!"
"Which ancestor? If you are not a human emperor, you can't take the Lutai. You can go back."
"To be honest with you, old man, I am the descendant of the Human Emperor."
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