After being reincarnated, I cultivated immortality.

Styx was lost in his own thoughts and didn't immediately find the answer. Instead, Qiankun looked at He Zhong in surprise and said quietly, "So you are a descendant of He Zhong!" No wonder Styx had saved him time and time again.

Just as He was about to say something, a voice rang out, "Senior Qiankun, who is He Zhong?"

It turned out that Chi Yi and the others had returned after seeing that everything was alright. They happened to overhear Qian Kun's words, and Jin Haoyu quickly asked the question that had been bothering him.

Styx, sitting in the carriage, slowly spoke: "Just an old friend."

Everyone:...

Isn't it obvious? Saying it is the same as saying nothing at all.

Qiankun then cleared things up for everyone, "Didn't I tell you about the war between the three races tens of thousands of years ago? He Zhong was one of the instigators. I heard that Lao Ming and He Zhong had a particularly good relationship. Looking at the situation now, the rumors are true!"

"Back then, the He family was practically the sole authority in the Demon Realm. I never imagined they would decline to this state." Qiankun sighed, then continued to play with the baby in his arms.

Hearing Qiankun's words, He looked utterly dejected, but he quickly concealed his thoughts and said, "I was impulsive before, thinking you were people sent by Dulu. I'm sorry! It's really a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple, and family members not recognizing each other. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, why don't you all come and sit with me?"

The group exchanged glances and remained silent, which meant they agreed.

So the group followed Hercules to his residence, an old and somewhat dilapidated castle that, though no longer as glorious as it once was, still exuded an aura of majesty.

After entering the castle, He arranged for everyone to rest. Somewhat surprisingly, He was the only person in the castle. He really wasn't afraid of being alone.

A mysterious stillness permeated the castle at night. Styx left his room alone and wandered the corridor.

He followed his memory to the door of a secret room, feeling a familiar aura emanating from it. Just as he hesitated whether to go in, He appeared.

“These are all old family belongings.” He opened the door, revealing a dusty interior filled with many treasures and portraits.

When Styx saw a painting depicting a young He Chong fighting alongside him, he was filled with emotion.

He looked at the Styx River, then at the portrait. It really did look just like the person in the portrait. It seemed that this person really hadn't lied to him.

Styx stared for a long time before looking away and turning to walk towards a corner.

He followed behind Styx, wanting to see what he was going to do, even though he probably couldn't do anything about it.

Styx walked to a corner, raised his hand and used a few dust-removing spells. The stone wall in the corner finally revealed its original color. A drop of blood instantly appeared on his fingertip and dripped onto a very ordinary stone slab.

As blood dripped in, the stone slab emitted a soft glow, and then the stone wall slowly opened, revealing a hidden compartment.

Styx reached out and took out an antique carved box, touching it nostalgically.

He leaned forward curiously and asked, "What is this?"

Styx said calmly, "It's nothing. I had your ancestors keep it when I was young." He then put the box away.

Seeing this, He didn't ask any more questions. This thing had been here for so long, and he had never noticed it before.

Styx found what he wanted and left without caring what He thought.