Blood Sea.
The wooden planks drifted with the waves.
Two stools had been pushed together to make a table. A hot pot sat atop it, bubbling and steaming.
Gu Qingshan and the man crouched on either side of the stools.
They held bowls and chopsticks, eating with gusto.
The man picked up a piece of tripe. A contented look spread across his face, then, as if something had just occurred to him, he asked:
"If everyone chooses not to look at their memories of the past, what will you think?"
Gu Qingshan picked up a chicken leg and said, "Everyone has the right to choose. I don't want to interfere."
"What if Anna is the only one who remembers you..."
"I said, that's other people's freedom. I won't force them."
"Now that's a carefree attitude!"
The man praised him, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and reached out with his chopsticks again.
A piece of chicken mushroom had just floated to the surface of the hot pot, coated in Spicy Red Soup and looking smooth and tempting.
But Gu Qingshan had spotted it too, and reached out with his chopsticks at the same time.
His strength was peerless across the myriad realms—fortunately, he had no desire to bully a Historical Recorder by using his power to snatch food.
Their chopsticks tapped lightly against each other. They exchanged a glance, maneuvered around each other's chopsticks, and went for the chicken mushroom again.
Suddenly,
Gu Qingshan's chopsticks stopped.
The man immediately snatched the chicken mushroom and stuffed it into his mouth. He puffed at the scalding morsel, but refused to spit it out.
The man chewed contentedly for a while, then looked over at Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan wore a thoughtful expression, as if his mind had wandered far away.
"Hey? Why're you