The two of them could go together. Unless Bai Xian'er had a way to make Ancestor Mang obey her, Lu Yin had nothing to fear.
Would Ancestor Mang listen to Bai Xian'er? Lu Yin wouldn't believe it if you beat him to death. If it had obeyed her, he'd have been dead already.
After confirming their direction, the two headed toward Ancestor Mang's head.
"Brother Xiao Xuan, do you remember our adventures in the Upper Realm when we were children?" Bai Xian'er asked, gazing at Lu Yin with gentle eyes.
Lu Yin said, "I've always wondered: with your talent, why weren't you one of the Seven Heroes?"
Bai Xian'er blinked. "You should be asking yourself that, Brother Xiao Xuan."
"Me?" Lu Yin was taken aback. He had no memories of that.
Bai Xian'er said, "When the Seven Heroes were formed, you didn't include me. You liked me so much back then, Brother Xiao Xuan, and spent far more time with me than with them."
Lu Yin asked, puzzled, "Who stopped you from joining the Seven Heroes?"
Bai Xian'er shook her head. "No one stopped me, but no one ever suggested it, either. Tu Qiming kept clamoring to become the Eighth Hero, and you all accepted it. But as for me..." She fell silent for a moment. "No one ever brought it up."
Lu Yin turned his gaze away. "How did we lose our memories?"
Bai Xian'er smiled faintly. "That's my biggest secret. You can try to guess, Brother Xiao Xuan."
"You did it?" Lu Yin was shocked. He wasn't the only one who had lost his memories. Wan Zhiyi, Master Shan, and the others had, too—and they were Half-Ancestors. What kind of strength had Bai Xian'er possessed back then? How could she have done it?
Bai Xian'er didn't deny it.