Weren't you drunk? How was your mind still so quick? Ding Songyan was startled by Zheng Zhuxi.
With the conversation having reached this point, he could only reveal his secret honestly and sincerely:
"Senior Sister, to tell you the truth, Yan Yong's heavenly heart imprint is still in my sea of consciousness. His soul has long since scattered, leaving no trace of his spiritual will, so I can now use the imprint myself.
"However, it only has enough qi left for one use. Once that is spent, it will collapse entirely. Usually, I only use it to awaken my own special abilities, helping me open my Yin Eye, perform Spirit Walking to reach the Netherworld, and sense the flow of qi through heaven and earth."
Zheng Zhuxi's eyes suddenly widened, and she blurted out:
"My mother didn't remove the heavenly heart imprint for you?"
"She only removed Demoness Ji's. I deliberately hid Yan Yong's deep in my sea of consciousness. It's far too useful to me." Every word Ding Songyan said was true.
Zheng Zhuxi clicked her tongue twice and mumbled drunkenly:
"You really know how to hide things, like a swindler... Does my mother know about this?"
"I haven't told Master, but she has probably guessed," Ding Songyan answered truthfully.
"At least you're honest." A smile appeared on Zheng Zhuxi's face, deepening her two dimples.
She then turned to face forward, straightened her back, and stared blankly at the trees, flowerpots, water jars, and other things in the courtyard, her thoughts drifting somewhere unknown.
Ding Songyan relaxed as well and began admiring his own courtyard.
The bright moon high above shed its clear radiance, draping everything here in a thin veil of silver.
After a while, Zheng Zhuxi began talking to herself:
"Junior Brother, will you suddenly tell me