Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
Tan Shuchang was shocked by the words, as he had not expected that someone in this place would recognize him. He couldn't help but wonder who the person before him was, since he had no memory of him at all.
At that moment, the middle-aged man discerned Tan Shuchang's confusion and cupped his fists as a greeting, explaining, "I had the good fortune to read through the cultivator diary of Daoist brother Tan Shuchang, and also looked at the self-portrait you specifically left at the back. Although the portrait only resembles you by six or seven points, it's still quite strikingly similar, and hence I could recognize the Daoist brother."
After confirming it was Tan Shuchang, the demeanor of the middle-aged man became noticeably more polite.
Tan Shuchang knew that after his cultivator diary was stolen, thousands of copies were made, but he truly had no idea that a portrait of his had been included at the end of those copies.