"Who was she?"
Wang Xian froze, then couldn't help murmuring, "Right now, I only remember what happened in Phoenix City, and my master. Even the senior... I only remember vaguely."
After listening to the shopkeeper, Wang Xian felt a faint sadness lingering in his heart, impossible to shake.
It was like being beside Crescent Lake, with heaven and earth shrouded in chaos.
He wanted to see what lay before him, but the misty haze blocked his view.
Like a dream behind a curtain in the dead of night: he woke suddenly, yet couldn't bear to forget it.
He glanced around. A pear tree outside the courtyard gave off a faint fragrance in the sunlight. The spring breeze brushed his face, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall what had happened that year in the Divine Sea.
There wasn't even a fragment of it.
It was as if the spring breeze had swept the pear blossoms from the branches. They fell into the earth, were washed away by spring rain and turned to flower mud, then vanished without a trace.
Seeing Wang Xian staring blankly, Ji Wuming cautiously asked, "Then do you remember who brought you to me back then? And who treated you to several million Spirit Stones' worth of wine?"
Wang Xian grinned but said nothing.
His heart gave a hard thump. Good grief, he really had drunk several million Spirit Stones' worth of wine.
He believed the shopkeeper wouldn't lie to him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have calmly accepted his dragon horn and even given him a hundred thousand Spirit Stones in change.
It was a strange kind of trust, needing no explanation.
"All right."
Ji Wuming thought for a moment, then looked at Wang Xian seriously. "There are some things you should remember, even if