Meng Qi was taken aback. He looked back and saw a figure in white standing on the deck of the boat across from him, bathed in moonlight and untouched by a speck of dust. Her face was pure and fair, as if she were an immortal or a god. It was none other than Liu Luo, Xuan Nü's Successor—and once, Liu Shuyu.
The boat sank slightly beneath his feet, then abruptly stopped on the river. The current rushed past and the wind howled, yet it remained as still as a mountain. Meng Qi gathered his thoughts and asked, as though he didn't care in the slightest, "I would like to know how Miss Liu Luo was able to determine my whereabouts."
Liu Luo smiled faintly, elegant and otherworldly. "I happen to have a few little tricks."
Even the current Xuan Nü can't lock down my whereabouts. Your little tricks can? Meng Qi kept his expression unchanged, though he was rather puzzled. Seeing that Liu Luo had no intention of explaining, and that her current strength posed no threat to him, he asked, "Do you know Wusheng Laomu's true origins?"
Since she'd dared to seek him out directly, she clearly had something to rely on—at the very least, she could escape in time and needn't fear him turning violent.
"Young Master Su, have you forgotten that I once spent some time in Gu Xiaosang's hands? I noticed a few things from certain small details." Liu Luo seemed to drift like an immortal, her bearing calm and composed.
"What do you want in exchange?" Meng Qi asked cautiously.
Liu Luo smiled. "I suffered every humiliation at Gu Xiaosang's hands. Now that I have a chance to get back at her, why would I pass it up? What would I need in exchange?"