Mist Ancestor looked at Lu Yin, her eyes clouded with rare confusion. "Her name is Zhaoran too?"
"You know her, Senior?" Lu Yin asked again.
Mist Ancestor watched Zhaoran's retreating figure with a complicated expression and murmured to herself, "That can't be right. So much time has passed. Even if she were alive, how could she not have changed at all? Was she sealed in ice? But she was just an ordinary person. Even if she'd been sealed in ice, she shouldn't have lived this long. How strange. Her appearance and name are exactly the same. Oh, and there's that tea, too."
"Senior?" Lu Yin called.
Mist Ancestor looked at him. "Why is she with you? Do you know who she is?"
Lu Yin shook his head. "I don't. She said she'd lost her memories. I've lost mine too, so I took her in out of sympathy. What is it, Senior? Have you met her?"
Mist Ancestor nodded. "You might not believe me, but I've met her. It was in Ku Jie's Shan Hai."
Believe her? Of course he did. Lu Yin had met Zhaoran there too, in Ku Zu's Shan Hai. He'd remembered her and brought Mist Ancestor here to see her, hoping to confirm whether they were the same person. They really were.
"How much do you know about her?" Mist Ancestor asked.
Lu Yin shook his head. "Nothing. I only know her name is Zhaoran, and that she often loses her memories. Even things that happened the day before might be forgotten by the next day. I don't know anything else. What about you, Senior? How much do you know about her?"
Mist Ancestor shook her head. "I don't know her either. I only drank the tea she brewed when I visited Ku Jie. It left a