Three Cups of Parting Wine

Xi Yue seemed to understand something and asked, "Did you only obtain this phoenix feather recently... at a location fifty thousand li south of here?"

"I don't know how many li away it was. There was a plane between us." Meng Qingying said, "I was comprehending the Dao near E'Zhuo's corpse in the Nether River when, for no apparent reason, a phoenix feather appeared in my hand. I didn't know whether it was the one Qin Yi had once seen, but judging by what you've said now... it seems it was?"

She paused, a flash of realization appearing on her face. "So it really was you who threw out that phoenix feather back then, preserving a spark of E'Zhuo's spirit."

The dream she had seen, the memory that had lingered in her mind and refused to fade, truly belonged to Qin Yi.

Past life and present life overlapped in that instant.

He had thrown a phoenix feather toward E'Zhuo, yet it had arrived in her own hands.

Perhaps that throw had destined her to be utterly at his mercy in this life. The dignified Young Master of the Netherworld spent every day fighting his women for his favor, and she never tired of it.

Xi Yue asked, "You came looking for this place because you vaguely sensed that something was happening here as well?"

"Yes..." Meng Qingying curled her lip. "If I'd known that so-called vague sense was leading me to catch an affair, I wouldn't have come even if you beat me to death!"

Qin Yi scratched his head awkwardly and looked at Xi Yue.

Xi Yue nodded. "From the looks of it, in your urgency, you must have unknowingly activated some ability and produced a peculiar interaction. When two ends of the River of Time happened to overlap—such