"No, no, no, that's not it!"
Di Mingqi pointed at Ruo Lan and stammered:
"Wife, y-you look!"
Di Mingqi's girlfriend followed the direction of his finger. At a glance, she couldn't help trembling, her pupils contracting as if she had seen something utterly unbelievable:
"Th-this, this isn't that goddess, that Immortal from the internet?!"
"Yeah!"
Di Mingqi looked completely bewildered:
"She looks so much like you did when you were young. I even joked before that she might be your ancestor! I never expected to run into her here—and she seemed to be calling out to me just now!"
"Not 'seemed.'"
Ruo Lan walked over, glanced at Di Mingqi's girlfriend, and smiled at Di Mingqi:
"Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Her tone and expression were completely natural.
It was as if she were speaking to an old friend.
Di Mingqi's mind was a little muddled, but for some reason, he felt that Ruo Lan's attitude was perfectly normal. Without thinking, he replied:
"Oh. This is my wife, Shen Ruolan."
"Shen Ruolan!"
Ruo Lan's brows lifted slightly. Even their names were nearly identical. Thinking of how the two Li Yingqis also had the same name, Ruo Lan understood and stopped dwelling on it. Instead, she turned to Di Mingqi:
"Don't you remember me?"
"Aren't you the goddess, the Immortal who recently went viral online?"
Di Mingqi seemed a little awkward:
"Who in the world wouldn't know you?"
"Looks like your memories were sealed too."
Ruo Lan looked at Ding Ling:
"Master, what do you think?"
"I'll take care of it."
Ding Ling stepped forward and tapped Di Mingqi between the brows. The seal within him was broken, freeing his Fushi Spirit. All kinds of information surged forth. In the next instant, boom!
A formidable Sword Cultivator aura also swept out