Lin Shen felt as though a small cat was scratching at his heart, leaving him utterly uncomfortable. He wanted to ask the woman some questions, but he wasn't the Ancient Realm King, and feared that the moment he opened his mouth, she might stop talking altogether, leaving him with no information at all.
But remaining silent was no solution either. The woman couldn't possibly keep talking endlessly on her own—sooner or later, she would realize something was off.
"How on earth did she mistake me for the Ancient Realm King? Is it because I resemble the Ancient Realm King? Or is it that my aura is similar to his? Or could it be that something on me belongs to him?" Lin Shen pondered carefully.
If it were simply a matter of looking like the Ancient Realm King, that argument didn't hold much weight—after all, he had been wearing armor the entire time, and the woman hadn't seen his face at all, so that possibility seemed slim.
