The woman was fairly attractive, but not exceptionally beautiful. The scholarly air about her added considerably to her appearance.
Seeing Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun, the woman kneeling before the gravestone slowly rose. She placed the book before her and bowed slightly.
Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun naturally returned the bow.
"Are you two Little Leng's friends?" Looking at Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun, the woman smiled gently, as though she were happy that he had friends who had come to pay their respects.
"Friends would be an exaggeration, strictly speaking." Jiang Lin pointed at Fang Chaoqun beside him. "Strictly speaking, this buddy of mine is the enemy of the person buried behind you."
Fang Chaoqun: "..."
The woman looked at Fang Chaoqun in surprise, sizing him up carefully before nodding with a smile. "You must be the Sword Immortal Fang Chu, then."
"You know me?"
Fang Chaoqun was somewhat surprised. He had no impression of her, and the woman before him had not the slightest trace of Spiritual Power. She was clearly an ordinary mortal.
How could an ordinary mortal possibly know him from thousands of years ago?
"This concubine's name is Qin Ai. Several thousand years ago, I was also a cultivator. In this life, I am a mortal, though I retained a small portion of my memories." The woman named Qin Ai smiled.
Although the woman spoke lightly, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun were both shaken to their cores.
To retain the memories of one's previous life was to be born knowing.
It sounded simple, but the difficulty involved was beyond measure.
Seeing the puzzled looks on Jiang Lin and the others, Qin Ai smiled and explained, "Several thousand years ago, I was a disciple of the Six Paths Sect. That sect has long since disappeared."
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