Northern Border, Skull Mountain Market.
Inside a tall building at the heart of the marketplace, Zhao Xuhe pushed open the door to his meditation chamber and paced out. The pride and recklessness of his youth had long since been worn away.
Time truly was the best whetstone for tempering a person.
Not to mention that, back at Skull Mountain, after Zhao Xuhe had taken Lu Yang's place, True Person Yinshan had also fished him in and shaved away thirty years of his Merit Fortune.
Because of this, he had been forced, like Lu Yang before him, to enter seclusion for thirty years.
After thirty years of bitter cultivation, Zhao Xuhe had long shed his former self and cultivated a great divine ability. He was now a cultivator possessed of rank as well.
Yet there was not a trace of joy on Zhao Xuhe's face; it was ugly to the extreme. For when he, too, had gained rank and used his great divine ability to cleanse his Dharma body, he had immediately discovered something wrong—the memories belonging to "Coiling Dragon True Person" sat utterly at odds with all his other memories!
"Was it truly a past life?"
Zhao Xuhe's expression was grave. "Or did some True Person tamper with me back then? How much of my memory is real, and how much false?"
The thought alone sent chills through his entire body.
His first suspect was the Peak Master of Heaven Mending. In his view, that old ghost, evil by nature, had ample motive.
"He had always been trying to match me with his daughter."
"Clearly, what he valued was the Nine Transformations Dragon Art, not me myself. I just don't know why he has come to see me so much less often these past few decades."
At this thought, Zhao