Su Yi frowned.
My past self had possessed my present self?
Or perhaps it could be understood this way: everything from my past life was another personality of mine?
Su Yi roughly understood.
"Are you afraid?"
the Temple Master asked.
Su Yi replied calmly, "Do I need to be?"
The Temple Master was stunned. "Aren't you worried that such an accident might occur while inheriting and merging with the Dao legacy of my past life?"
Without a second thought, Su Yi said, "If that really happens, I'll kill myself first. Then neither of us will get to live."
The Temple Master: "..."
After a long while, he raised a thumb. "Ruthless enough!"
Su Yi smiled. "That is merely the worst-case scenario. When merging with my past-life Dao legacy, I will try to be a little more courteous and conquer it with my own strength."
The Temple Master laughed. "Such spirit is already enough."
After a pause, he said thoughtfully, "Inheriting my Dao legacy will inevitably bind you to the karmic ties from my life. But... you are you, not me. You need not concern yourself with those karmic ties."
Su Yi fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
The Temple Master sighed softly, his gaze complicated. "In this life, I was carefree and unrestrained, devoted myself wholly to the sword, never took a wife, and never had children. Apart from taking Qing Tang as my disciple, only an old servant remained by my side."
"He was Old Wei. One of his legs was crippled, yet he stubbornly refused to heal it. Deep within the Starry Sky, everyone called him Wei the Cripple."
The Temple Master's voice became low and desolate. "If you see him someday, tell him for me to heal his leg