509, this world is too magical

"I'm neutral," Jin said with an expressionless face. His every word sounded as if he were discussing someone else's affairs—such calm detachment was truly something Gu Tao could learn from.

"Figured as much," Gu Tao adjusted his posture, "So you knew I was actually myself from the very first glance?"

"Well, having managed the world's magic for five thousand three hundred and thirty-seven years, having witnessed alliances formed and broken, having lived through the rise and fall of powers, you can't fool me." Jin slowly fetched a plate of fried onion rings from the back kitchen and placed it in front of Gu Tao, "Besides, you are my legitimate descendant, after all. I can still tell kin from strangers."

"So... all the foolish things Xiaofeng has done over the years, it was you cleaning up the mess behind her."

"You also realized she's foolish?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two men inexplicably looked at each other and smiled...