Wary of Li Ming's strength, Lu Qibin backed down.
After they turned and left, Li Ming looked at Li Zhao, who resembled her by ninety percent, then glanced at the cowering Edward. Seeming to recall something, she asked, "Back then, I was the one who entrusted Huo Xing to you, wasn't I? Thank you."
"It was you!"
Li Zhao naturally still remembered that incident. Her memory was exceptional—she could practically remember anything at a glance—so the moment Li Ming mentioned it, she could not help crying out.
"What an impressive memory."
Li Ming was surprised. Then, pointing to the notebook in Li Zhao's hands, she smiled. "Can you give that to me? I can offer you a generous reward."
Li Ming's memory was indeed good, but she had had far too many matters to deal with over the past decade. The experiences Huo Xing had written down had long since become hazy in her mind.
She had only found this place because she had happened to learn some related information. She had come to once again listen as an old friend recounted the past to her through his notebook.
Riiip!
Yet before Li Ming and the others' astonished eyes, Li Zhao tore the book apart and flung it over the cliff.
The mountain wind scattered the pages, carrying them into the distance.
Even a Soul Emperor could not retrieve those sheets of paper, much less Li Ming, who could not fly.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Li Ming's tone remained calm, but the atmosphere at the scene turned deathly silent. She stared at Li Zhao as though she wanted to carve her into a thousand pieces.
"I do. After all, I have an excellent memory."
Li Zhao smiled and pointed at her head. "The contents of that book are