To some, time was priceless. Yet at times, it seemed cheap. But no matter what, it kept racing forward without ever stopping. Ten years passed in a flash.
Over those ten years, Gu Hui had merely opened a small shop in Wutan City and stayed there for a while.
He had also discovered that although little Xiao Yan retained some memories from his previous life, they were rather vague. Moreover, judging from his various behaviors, he had probably died young in that life.
As for how Gu Hui had figured that out, it was no difficult matter. Though Xiao Yan had gained some advantages from the soul of his previous life, his thinking was still immature, completely lacking a fully formed worldview.
On the streets of Wutan City, a young man in black walked alongside a girl in a green dress.
"Brother Xiao Yan, we haven't gone out for a walk together in a long time."
The young man looked guilty. "Xun'er, I'm sorry."
The girl smiled. "It's all right. And congratulations, Brother Xiao Yan, on recovering your talent."
"Thank you, Xun'er!"
Just as in the original story, Xiao Yan had become a Dou Zhe at the age of eleven. Filled with youthful success, he had held his head high and looked down on everyone. Then, for some unknown reason, his Dou Qi had vanished, and over the following years, he had endured the cold stares of his own clan.
Not long ago, Nalan Yanran of the Misty Cloud Sect had come to break off the engagement. Xiao Yan had declared, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Never mock a young man for being poor." He had then handed her a letter of divorce, divorced Nalan Yanran, and set the Three-Year Agreement.
Soon afterward,