But he could not recall exactly where just then.
It felt like looking at flowers through a thin veil of mist—the outlines were familiar, but the details were blurred.
"Xiao Yu." Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze and turned to Su Yu, clear puzzlement in his voice. "Where did you find this woman?"
Su Yu glanced at Ah Yin in the inner room, then at Qian Daoliu's thoughtful face, and weighed his words. "Grandpa Qian, it's a long story. Her name is Ah Yin. She's..."
"Ah Yin?" Qian Daoliu's brow twitched sharply. Those two words were like a key, instantly opening a door long sealed in the depths of his memory. He looked at the woman in the inner room again, his pupils abruptly contracting, and blurted out, "Tang Hao's wife? That Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor who took human form?!"
Sitting by the bed, Ah Yin lowered her eyes slightly at his words. She neither denied it nor spoke.
Qian Daoliu's expression shifted several times. He turned and fixed Su Yu with a hard stare, his voice sinking. "Xiao Yu, do you know what you're doing? She's Tang Hao's wife! You brought Tang Hao's wife into Spirit Hall?!"
Qian Daoliu stood in the doorway, stunned for a dozen breaths before he recovered.
He looked at Ah Yin sitting quietly in the inner room, then at Su Yu. His expression went from shock to doubt, then from doubt to an almost absurd bewilderment.
"Wasn't Tang Hao's wife... dead?"
Qian Daoliu's voice sounded strained.
"Back then, Tang Hao fled Spirit Hall with her. When their pursuers surrounded them, she sacrificed herself so Tang Hao could escape.
I confirmed that with my own eyes. How could she..."
He looked at Ah Yin again, his voice dropping. "How could she still be alive, and here