This was the first time Li Chang'an had experienced such a strange feeling.
Puzzled, he carefully sensed Qingyue's aura and confirmed that he had never felt a similar aura before.
It was also his first time seeing Qingyue's appearance.
"Why does this feel so strange?"
Li Chang'an truly could not understand where this sense of familiarity came from.
Qingyue pursed her lips and smiled. "Fellow Daoist Li, I presume you felt it too."
"Fellow cultivator Qingyue, you felt this as well?"
"Indeed."
Qingyue replied gently.
The moment she first saw Li Chang'an, she had felt that he was very familiar.
Yet she had spent nearly her entire life in seclusion, rarely leaving her Sect and having little contact with the outside world. She had never met Li Chang'an before.
Therefore, she believed this was fate.
That was also why she had brought up becoming Dao Companions.
"Fellow cultivator Li, we both feel familiar with one another. That means you and I are fated."
"That may not necessarily be so."
Li Chang'an shook his head in denial.
Matters of fate were mysterious and profound, just like Luck. There was no exact standard by which to judge them.
He suspected that he might previously have encountered Qingyue's relatives or disciples, so he questioned her carefully.
However, Qingyue's parents had long since passed away. She had lived alone year-round and had never formed a Dao Companion bond with anyone, so naturally she had no descendants.
She had never accepted disciples either. She had only a handful of friends, and her connections were simple to the extreme.
After the questioning ended,
Li Chang'an found it even stranger.
"Before this, Qingyue and I had never met. We had not even crossed paths indirectly. We were two complete strangers, yet we both felt familiarity at first