Some cultivators would specifically entrust close friends, old companions, or their sect from a previous life to seek out their reincarnation and bring them back to cultivate anew. Others might use glimpses of the future to arrange certain "fortuitous encounters," giving their past selves a jolt at a particular time and place so they would recall the past.
These were all common methods. Yet an even smaller number of cultivators, even demons, would use secret arts before their fall to split off a wisp of their soul and store their memories within it. Once their reincarnation appeared and the soul returned to its proper place, the cultivation memories of their past life would naturally return as well.
"Could Zhou Yao have encountered one of those possibilities?"
The former Zhou Yao had been wreathed in immortal aura, as if she might ride the wind away at any moment. Zhou Yao was still beautiful now, but that immortal aura had faded. Looking at her, she was merely a young lady of exceptional bearing, no longer possessing that ethereal quality.
This was a good thing for Zhou Yao. Su Ziji's gaze fell upon her wrist, where she wore the Blackwood Bracelet, but he could guarantee that this change in aura had come from Zhou Yao herself and had nothing to do with the bracelet.
"Prince Dai."
Su Ziji's thoughts flashed by in an instant. In reality, only a moment had passed before Princess Xinping stepped down from the carriage.
Princess Xinping was visibly thinner than when he had last seen her. Her Daoist robe hung loosely on her, and beneath the night wind, she appeared even smaller and frailer. She softly called Su Ziji's name, then fell silent again, vastly different from her former flamboyant self.
Su Ziji did not dare underestimate Princess