Si Yang led the young man on a stroll around the island, chattering endlessly about its affairs.
The young man listened intently, just as Si Yang once had.
"Young man, why did you come to this island?"
In the past, some travelers had stumbled upon Paradise Island by mistake, and Si Yang had always welcomed them warmly. Therefore, it assumed this young man had arrived on Paradise Island for the same reason.
But the young man's answer greatly surprised Si Yang.
"My ancestor once guarded this island."
"Your... ancestor?"
Si Yang inquired curiously. After a series of questions, it confirmed that this young man was indeed the descendant of its old friend.
'Has it really been that long?'
The lifespan of the Silk Race was immense. They only needed to keep changing bodies to live on. Si Yang had already changed its body many times on Paradise Island, so many that it had lost count.
