Reality:
Chu Qing immediately contacted Zhao Hongxiu. "Check the history books. Who was the Third Limit Martial Ancestor?"
Zhao Hongxiu chuckled. "No need to check. The Third Limit Martial Ancestor was—Liu Ru... shih?"
At that, Zhao Hongxiu froze.
Because:
She had actually hesitated before recalling the name of the Third Limit Martial Ancestor, a name that should have rolled right off her tongue.
If she had hesitated while recalling the name on her own, she would only have suspected her own memory.
But because Chu Qing had asked, she instantly realized something was wrong.
"Wait a moment. I'll check right away!"
Zhao Hongxiu flipped through the history books.
Her current history books were all written in Golden Silk White Jade, capable of enduring for hundreds or even thousands of eras.
Only after sensing that something was amiss did she carefully examine the historical records.
After a while, she calmly recited, "The Third Limit Martial Ancestor, Liu Rushih, she..."
Bilibili!
Jibber-jabber!
Zhao Hongxiu recounted Liu Rushih's history.
Chu Qing discovered:
Liu Rushih's history differed somewhat from the previous Liu Ruyan's.
But the overall course remained the same.
"She replaced Tian Buyu!"
"That bastard—I carved the crucial information onto his back. How did he still fail?"
"Could it be that he never saw the information on his back until the day he died?"
At that moment, Chu Qing felt a trace of regret. "Maybe I should have carved it onto his chest instead!"
"But if his clothes were blown apart while fighting someone and they saw the writing on his chest, my plan would still fall through."
"It seems the greatest problem is still memory."
"As long as Tian Buyu retained his memories of the future, none of this would happen!"
But how could Tian Buyu retain his memories?
Chu Qing fell