After emerging from her long slumber, Ao Ling saw the Immortal Fairy and couldn't help shedding tears.
"Xiao Ling, you remember me?" The Immortal Fairy pointed at herself in disbelief. Ripple didn't remember her at all.
Ao Ling wiped away her tears and gently shook her head, her gaze apologetic. "I don't remember, but my husband and the others told me that there were once five immortals in this world. When the fifth immortal fell, everyone's memories were altered, and they forgot that this immortal had ever existed."
"So my husband and the others told me about this immortal. They also said this immortal was someone very important to me."
Ao Ling took the Immortal Fairy's hand, looked into her eyes, and said earnestly, "That immortal is you, Big Sister Immortal."
"It's just that I don't remember any of the things my husband and the others told me."
What Ao Ling didn't say was that the first time she saw the Immortal Fairy after waking, she felt an inexplicable trust and familiarity toward her.
It was as if there had always been an empty place in her heart, and the moment she saw the Immortal Fairy, that emptiness quietly filled.
"My husband also said that if anyone could wake me from my deathlike slumber, it would be you, Big Sister."
"Where's my husband? He said he'd bring you here to wake me. Where is he?"
Ao Ling looked around for the Qilin Immortal, only to realize she was lying in a small pavilion, surrounded by an immense, boundless lake.
"Strange. Where is this? I clearly remember falling asleep in my cave abode."
Confusion showed in Ao Ling's eyes. This wasn't what her husband had told her.
"Big Sister, what's going on?"
The Immortal Fairy didn't know what was going on