"Thank you for this generous gift." Lu Xiaotian put away the jade slip and spoke sincerely.
"What are you thanking me for? You've helped me quite a lot, and you've saved me several times too." Ye Ziyu blinked and said playfully.
"Fair enough. Then we're even." Lu Xiaotian smiled at that.
"Don't say that. Actually, it isn't just those things. I always feel as though I've seen you before, as though I knew you. Yet I can never remember." Ye Ziyu stared fixedly at Lu Xiaotian, but all at once her body trembled. Her face abruptly turned deathly pale, drained of every trace of color. Her whole body began to shake uncontrollably.
"Brother Lu, Big Brother Lu, my head hurts." Ye Ziyu clutched her head with both hands and could not help screaming.
"Don't think about it. We only met for the first time in Yuanling City. How could you possibly have known me before?" Lu Xiaotian hurriedly supported Ye Ziyu. He had long since determined that the Ye Ziyu before him was none other than Yu Xiaoqiao. The same Misty Sword Embryo, the same twin Primordial Spirits—once she opened her heart, even her expressions were identical. Yet Lu Xiaotian did not know what had happened. Whenever Yu Xiaoqiao—or rather, Ye Ziyu as she was now—thought about the past, she suffered splitting headaches.
What exactly had Yu Xiaoqiao experienced after they were separated by the spatial storm?
"Brother Lu, what's happening?" A faint, fragrant breeze wafted over. It was Mo Yuyan's voice.
"Miss Ye's headache has returned." Lu Xiaotian frowned inwardly, though his brow soon smoothed again. Mo Yuyan was a strikingly beautiful woman, and her cultivation was also exceptionally high. As Ye Ziyu's cousin, she took extraordinary care of her. Everything appeared perfectly normal. Yet more than a year