Hearing Chen Lin's words, Blue Butterfly said calmly, "I killed a male cultivator whose mind was clouded 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 faint, enigmatic smile. "You appeared in his memories, Fellow Daoist Chen. He must have attached considerable importance to you."
Chen Lin froze, then asked in surprise and 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 Chen Lin. "I also saw a few interesting things in Xu Zihan's memories. They might be intimately connected to your future, Fellow Daoist Chen. Want to know?"
"Let's hear it."
Something stirred in Chen Lin's heart, but he spoke without letting it show.
Blue Butterfly shook her head instead. "There's no hurry. I've told you so much already. Shouldn't you tell me about the situation here now, 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 have to tell me what you're supposed to tell me. This is a trade, after all."
"Fine."
Chen Lin readily agreed.
The situation here was hardly a 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 back and forth. "I could, but our earlier trade is already over. This information is very important