Du Xing did not hear Chen Mo's thoughts. If he had, then even if he could not defeat Chen Mo now, he would have flown into a rage on the spot.
Fortunately, he had not heard them, so Du Xing remained immersed in his tale and gradually sank into those fragments of memory. It was as though what had happened a thousand years ago had occurred only yesterday.
After Song Wanxi left, he had searched for her anxiously. In the end, someone delivered a letter to him—this piece of silk. Song Wanxi had written everything on it, including her feelings and all the rest.
Chen Mo glanced at the silk, feeling rather curious. He wanted to read it, but out of consideration for Du Xing, he could only sneak a few looks. He could make out only some of the handwriting, but it was exquisitely graceful. One could see the person through their writing; from the script alone, he could tell that Song Wanxi must truly have been very beautiful.
Du Xing continued, eventually recounting how he came to the lake bottom and endured the ceaseless scouring of its icy waters, hoping to purge the Love Tribulation Gu poison from his body. But as time passed, his sect became deserted. His master and senior and junior brothers left as well, and when he was the only one remaining, the loneliness made him want to die.
He went on until Chen Mo appeared, and spoke of leaving the lake because he wanted to vent his feelings.
"Hah!" After finally finishing, Du Xing turned his head toward Chen Mo and asked, "What do you think? If you were in my place, would you have fallen for Song Wanxi?"
Chen Mo felt that he had no way to answer. After all, he was