As Feng Qi listened to Mu Yao softly recount her experiences, her expression gradually shifted from initial indifference to seriousness, and she nodded in agreement from time to time.
Time trickled by.
In the polar night of the northern border, it was impossible to distinguish day from night, and no one knew how much time had passed.
As he spoke, Feng Qi was drawn into the scenes of his memories, sinking so deeply into them that he could not pull himself free.
When he finished, a tear slid down from the corner of his eye.
When he came back to himself, he found Mu Yao standing beside him, grinning as she rubbed his head.
"Qi Zi, you've worked hard."
Feng Qi reached up and brushed away Mu Yao's left hand. Having emerged from the sea of emotion, he could not help rolling his eyes.
He had chosen this path himself. He did not need anyone's pity or sympathy.
He spoke at that moment.
"Mu Yao, it's my turn to ask questions now, right?"
Mu Yao nodded vigorously. After sitting down across from him at the dining table, she began stuffing food into her mouth before speaking.
"Ask away. I'll tell you everything I know."
"Who exactly are you?"
"Your guess was right. My situation is very similar to that chubby kid from Ink Moon. He is an avatar created by Ink Moon's consciousness, while I am an avatar created by the Sun Consciousness. We walk the world in this way."
Feng Qi fell silent after hearing Mu Yao's answer.
Based on the information he had gathered from previous timelines, after he and the Mist Lord had analyzed Ink's identity and origins, he had already formed a rough guess about Mu Yao's background. Her answer therefore did not surprise him.
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