The conversation among them was very pleasant, and the heart of the topic was each of their experiences over the years.
Among them, Mu Zi's path of cultivation was especially fascinating, and Qing Tan listened to all its twists and turns somewhat spellbound.
What left Lin Dong slightly surprised was that Mu Lingsha seemed to know nearly everything about the experiences he and Mu Zi had shared. In her descriptions of the scenes back then, many details were restored without the slightest error, as if she had been there herself.
"Miss Lingsha, did Mu Zi ever mention some of the things we went through?" Lin Dong's heart stirred slightly. He looked at Mu Lingsha, his gaze somewhat subtle.
"That's right. You didn't know?"
Mu Lingsha immediately nodded in confirmation, then looked toward the Younger Sister beside her, a smile rising on her cheeks.
"When my younger sister told me her stories, she often brought up a certain name. I heard it so much my ears almost grew calluses."
"Mm-hmph!"
Before the second half of that sentence was finished, Mu Lingsha's words were cut off by a muffled hum.
"Sister, it wasn't as exaggerated as you say, was it?"
Mu Zi's almond eyes widened slightly as she looked at Mu Lingsha with a hint of reproach, unable to maintain her earlier composure like an outsider.
She secretly glanced at Lin Dong. Seeing that nothing unusual had appeared in his expression, the look on Mu Zi's pretty face gradually relaxed.
"It wasn't?"
Mu Lingsha's gaze landed on Mu Zi's pink earlobe and paused slightly before she said with a light laugh, "Maybe I remembered wrong."
At this moment, Mu Zi felt that she might not be able to explain herself no matter how many mouths she had. After all, Lin Dong had