Shen Mo nodded thoughtfully, recalling the scene of his first meeting with Yang Jingmu in the true spacetime.
"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be so restrained. The moment I awakened, Xiao Guan had already told me all the memories concerning you. To me, you are like an old friend I have not seen in many years—I find you deeply familiar and dear." Even then, her words had carried a hidden meaning.
But at that time, Shen Mo had yet to enter the Immortal World located upstream of the river of time, so he had no such experiences.
From Yang Jingmu's perspective, he was not the "Senior Mo" she remembered, so there was naturally no need for her to recognize him... Even if Yang Jingmu had spoken plainly, Shen Mo would only have been left utterly baffled.
"Lady Nine Heavens Profound—"
"Senior Mo, just as before, call me Jingmu. If that truly feels awkward, calling me Profound Maiden is also fine."
After considering it briefly, Shen Mo nodded in agreement. Still, being called senior by a Heavenly Immortal who had cultivated for more than three hundred thousand years was rather embarrassing. "In that case, I shall call you Profound Maiden. You may also address me directly by my true name or Daoist title, lest people mistake me for some great power's reincarnation. Since I left Mount Heavenly Punishment, have you avenged the blood feud of your master Han Yi's lineage? Have you found the Cloud Firmament Sect disciples scattered abroad?"
"After I killed Gu Yan and the other six rebellious Origin Core cultivators, I returned once to Mount Heavenly Punishment and saw the farewell words you had left in the jade slip..." Yang Jingmu began slowly, recounting her experiences over the past three hundred thousand years one by one.