In the middle of the night.
It was exactly as Ye Qingxian had predicted during the day.
I truly hadn't slept deeply. I suddenly woke for no reason, opened my eyes beneath the covers, and began going over everything that had happened during the day.
There had been far too much valuable information in what Shuang Yue had told me.
I still needed time to digest it all.
The shock had run too deep. It was only natural that I couldn't sleep.
As I recalled the story once more, I suddenly thought of something from long ago.
The parts I had never quite understood suddenly clicked into place.
No wonder, when Bright Moon Venerable sent Qing Ye and me away from the Wuya Sect, the look in his eyes when he gazed at Qing Ye and the tone of his voice had left me with an indescribably strange feeling. Things I had never thought much about before—now that I considered them again, hadn't they known each other for a very long time already?
Even Shuang Yue, a Pupil descendant whose cultivation was not particularly strong, had been able to see long ago that my true form was a pink-and-white kitty.
And Bright Moon Venerable, Shuang Yue's father, was an even more formidable descendant of the Pupil Tribe, the strongest in cultivation among those alive today.
Bright Moon Venerable's terrifying Supreme Realm cultivation would have made him a notable powerhouse even in the ancient tribal era. There was no reason he wouldn't be able to tell that Qing Ye was Ye Qingxian's avatar.
Every thread of evidence was restored bit by bit in my heart, gradually piecing together into a complete picture.
Everything had traces to follow.
The answer had long been written in the little details of everyday life.
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