After waving off Zhao Hu of Hundred Flowers Valley, Wang Xian felt neither joy nor sorrow, as though he had merely driven away a crow circling above the small courtyard.
Once again, he sank his mind into the jade disc within his Divine Sea.
He casually took out a Storage Ring and stared blankly at the multicolored Spirit Stones inside.
As it turned out, he had never lacked the five-element Spirit Stones. He really had lost his memories after surviving his tribulation.
If he had taken out these Spirit Stones from the Storage Rings earlier, the master and disciple would not have lived in poverty for several years, forcing Old Gu to sell himself to several women.
This was not merely wearing fine clothes in the dark. This was guarding a mountain of gold while starving!
He gave a soft sigh and took out the ancient zither wrapped in an old garment.
He placed it on the table, gently stroked the strings, and stared blankly at it.
Could it be that he actually knew how to play the zither?
If that was true, then who had taught him the zither arts?
It certainly could not have been his master, Old Zhang. What the old man was proudest of was not his Dao arts, but his mutton buns and lamb-offal soup.
Though over the years, for the sake of his health, the old man had stopped making buns long ago.
The Lady Meng Po of the Forgetting River?
That was not right either. He did not remember Lady Meng Po very clearly. Besides, Lady Meng Po's proper duty was cooking soup and ferrying souls across on the Bridge of Helplessness. How would she have the time to play the zither?
He went through the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands in his