Short-Haired Zhao Layue

Yin San remained silent for a while and couldn't help but laugh out. "Is this his intention, or he doesn't care about you? By the way, do you know who I am?" he asked.

"I have only guessed it," Zhao Layue replied.

Given her intelligence, Zhao Layue had soon gathered her wits and figure out the truth.

"You are indeed someone who likes eating hotpot," said Yin San. "But, why didn't you let me take a bite back when we were in Cloudy Town? The foods in the hotpot were almost over boiled."

This statement was intended to admit his identity.

Even though she had already guessed who he was, Zhao Layue still fell silent for a long time after his identity was confirmed.

It had been a great many years, but it was impossible for her to forget that name.

Yin San.

Or the Immortal Taiping.