"You actually know each other?"
This was truly beyond Liao Jia's expectations.
He had known Zhou Kou for quite some time, and from the things she occasionally let slip, he knew about her early life. She was a Mohist who wandered from place to place, with no fixed home year-round, braving the elements and sleeping under the stars. She relied on her skills to make tools for those who needed them in exchange for a meager living, scraping by at the poverty line and often going hungry. If not for the chaos of the troubled times, which had thrown local security into disarray and loosened the reins of administration, an orphaned girl like her—with no land, no house, and no household registration—would have had little choice but to eke out a living deep in the mountains and forests, keeping company with wild beasts and venomous insects.
And then there was Yun Ce.
At such a young age, he had already mastered profound cultivation.
That killing intent of his could only have been tempered through countless battles.
However one looked at it, the two of them seemed unlikely to have ever crossed paths.
Yun Ce's smile bloomed, as pure as fresh-fallen snow. "Yes. Jiujiu was a close friend I made not long after I left the mountain to travel. But she was sent by her sect to search for a Sacred Object, so we parted ways along the journey. I never expected we'd run into each other here after all this wandering."
Liao Jia looked puzzled. "Search for a Sacred Object?"
Without Bei Jiu's permission, Yun Ce couldn't disclose the name of the Sacred Object from her sect. He could only keep silent. But he hadn't expected Liao Jia to ask, "Do you mean Tian Gong Kai Wu?"
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