The memories that came through were all from Sulan Bei'er, from his birth to when he was thirty years old. This part was just a tiny fraction of his whole life; estimating from this, he must be at least three hundred years old now. Three hundred years ago, Sulan Bei'er was just a little worker in a small workshop in Europe.
Soon, the voice from the Sword Canon Space spoke up again.
"New entry, strong entity, Sulan Bei'er, strength level B Peak, please allocate category type, for the Psychic Contract choose allegiance to the Sword Canon or the Sword Master."
Lin Fei was completely stunned this time.
"Could it be... ??" He listened uncertainly to the hints from the Sword Canon, connecting them to the sudden influx of Sulan Bei'er's memories. "Could it be that he died? Became one of the many strong entities within the Sword Canon?"
This utterly inexplicable event left Lin Fei almost clueless.
He unconsciously quickened his pace, heading swiftly toward the airport hotel.