After Ku Zu awoke, Lu Yin had asked Old Ancestor Lu Yuan to question him, but Ku Zu had only one answer: he didn't know.
He only knew that Zhaoran was waiting for someone. He had first met her when he was young. Even after he became Ku Zu and saw her again, she was still the same. It was then that he realized she was extraordinary, but he didn't know what was so unusual about her.
She wandered the world, living forever, and had lost her memories—over and over again. If she had nothing to hope for, death would be more comfortable.
Three cups of hot tea sat on the stone table, giving off wisps of green vapor. It looked bizarre, but those who knew Zhaoran understood that this was already a good brew. Things were moving in the right direction.
"The first time I saw this girl, I knew she had something to do with fate. Back then, I didn't think of fate. I just thought it was a problem with the Xuantian Mirror," Xuan Jiu said.
Star Picking Girl interjected, "You thought it was Mr. Zhu's doing."
Xuan Jiu scratched his head. "That's true. Who would've thought of the legendary fate back then? The Xuantian Mirror gave me the creeps. I thought Senior Brother Zhu was plotting against me. You all know what he's like—shifty as they come, with a laugh that's just not right."
"This girl made my Xuantian Mirror react, so I thought Senior Brother had sent her to cause trouble for me. I tested her a few times, and she actually lost her memories. Maybe I could've found out what was wrong with the Xuantian Mirror through her, but the longer I spent with her, the stronger that sense of danger became."
"So I