Looking at the names on the pillar, Su Yan took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions as much as possible.
Xu Yike, Xu Erke, Xu Sanke... Su Yike, Su Erke, Su Sanke... The similarity in these names can no longer be dismissed as mere coincidence. The home where I'd spent over half a year... Whether it was my parents, my sisters, or even the Twisted Tree Spirit and Yingying Grass, not to mention those three squirrels—everything about them was problematic. Nothing was straightforward. It's too difficult. This really is too difficult.
Although he had anticipated this, now that it was an established fact, Su Yan couldn't help but feel a renewed wave of distress. For a moment, he felt like a clown, played for a fool by everyone around him.
After all this trouble... So... who am I, really? Why are there so many creatures, all coincidentally plotting around me?
Su Yan was utterly puzzled.
