As expected of Martial Sister Xiao—her insight was truly astonishingly sharp.
Su Shi'er's mind trembled slightly, and an image flashed through his thoughts: back when he was a child and had just joined the Yun Ge Sect, his poor Spiritual Root aptitude had gotten him assigned to the Waste Pill Room.
The Waste Pill Room was not only dangerous, but also a place nearly forgotten by everyone.
Only the person beside him had gone out of their way to look after him. He would never forget that gratitude, even if he swore an oath upon it.
As old memories surfaced, his thoughts drifted into a slight daze.
Then, without betraying anything, Su Shi'er gave a mute laugh. "Martial Sister Xiao, you jest. Ren knows absolutely nothing about the affairs of you fellow Daoists, so how could I possibly have any thoughts on the matter?"
He naturally knew exactly what Xiao Yue was thinking. By turning the conversation toward him, she had surely sensed an inexplicable familiarity beneath his disguise.
She was merely probing him on purpose.
"I did not know before, but now... has Fellow Daoist Ren not already learned seven or eight parts out of ten? That man in black in the distance is very likely a fellow disciple whom Martial Brother Han and I met when we first entered the Cultivation World."
"It has merely been nearly a thousand years—perhaps over a thousand—since we last met. Now that we have met again, the person before us is clearly familiar, yet somehow feels like a stranger."
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"Fellow Daoist Ren claims to be a Rogue Cultivator. Your knowledge must surely be broader. What are your thoughts on this matter?"
A faint smile lingered at the corners of Xiao Yue's lips as she spoke gently, continuing to question Su Shi'er.