"Hmm? More than once—twice? What did you mean by that, Fellow Daoist? Why could I not understand you?"
Mu Yingluo narrowed her eyes, her thoughts racing. As she pondered, her gaze at Su Shi'er grew increasingly wary.
Unhurried, Su Shi'er smiled faintly. "Surely Miss Mu had not forgotten what happened in the underground prison of the City Lord's Mansion in Sunset City, East Sea Archipelago, all those years ago?"
"Then again, more than a century has passed. It would be perfectly normal if Fellow Daoist did not remember."
At the end, Su Shi'er shrugged with an easy look, deliberately teasing her.
Mu Yingluo's body trembled as though struck by lightning.
Then she reacted. Her beautiful eyes suddenly contracted as she stared fixedly at Su Shi'er before her, as if trying to find that familiar face within her memories.
Yet Su Shi'er had always acted cautiously. When he went to the City Lord's Mansion back then, he had deliberately concealed his appearance. No matter how Mu Yingluo looked, she could not possibly find any common ground.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Mu Yingluo's tightly furrowed brow abruptly relaxed.
When she looked at Su Shi'er again, there was noticeably less wariness in her eyes.
Whether she had recognized Su Shi'er was unimportant. The fact that he knew this information was itself enough to explain much.
Thinking of what she had to do next, though doubts still lingered in her heart, she put on a resolute expression.
"You jest, Fellow Daoist. I shall forever remember the great grace of you saving my life back then. How could I possibly forget it?"
"I simply never imagined that, after more than a century, I would meet my lifesaver again in such a manner."
"You have saved me several times,