At Chen Lin's words, Blue Butterfly said casually, "I killed a male cultivator consumed by lust and searched his soul while I was at it. That was how I learned about this place."
She glanced at Chen Lin with a smile that was not quite a smile. "You appeared in his memories, Fellow Daoist Chen. He must have considered you quite important."
Chen Lin froze, then asked in startled suspicion, "The man you killed wasn't called Xu Zihan, was he?"
"That's right, it was him. It seems you still remember him, Fellow Daoist Chen."
Blue Butterfly giggled, her willow-leaf eyebrows curving into crescents as she looked at him. "I also saw some interesting things in Xu Zihan's memories. They might be intimately connected to your future. Want to know?"
"Let's hear it."
Chen Lin's heart stirred, but he spoke without betraying anything.
Blue Butterfly shook her head instead. "There's no rush. I've said so much already. Shouldn't you tell me about the situation here, Fellow Daoist Chen?"
Chen Lin frowned. "Do you still need me to explain? Since you searched Xu Zihan's soul, what could you possibly not know?"
Blue Butterfly lowered her head and tugged at her neckline. "What I know is my business. You still need to tell me what you owe me. We're making a trade, after all."
"Fine."
Chen Lin readily agreed.
Nothing about this place was particularly secret. Whether she had obtained Xu Zihan's memories or not, she would find out sooner or later, so he gave her an indifferent rundown.
Then he asked, "Can you tell me now?"
Blue Butterfly paced a few steps. "I could, but our previous trade is already over. This information is very important to you—a matter of life and death. What will you offer in exchange?"
"What do you