Thirty-Six Frames

The two little jade bottles Pei Ling had brought were treasures that an ordinary small sect probably couldn't obtain half a bottle of even if it sold everything it owned.

"Junior Brother Pei, have you met Martial Uncle Cen?"

"No." Pei Ling knew what made Cen Xian unusual. After all, in his previous life, he had killed Cen Xian with his own hands. "Senior Sister, have you met him?"

"Mm!" Qiao Ranran nodded. Even now, whenever she recalled what she had seen in the Star-Pulling Chart, she still felt shaken.

"So did Martial Uncle Cen say anything strange to you?"

Cen Xian was certainly an odd man, but nothing he had said was particularly strange. Qiao Ranran, on the other hand, had felt guilty, afraid he might notice something amiss with her. "I got the Water-Wood Spirit Essence with Martial Uncle Cen's guidance."

Pei Ling calculated the timing. It seemed to be the very day he had obtained the Water-Wood Spirit Essence. "Was the Star-Pulling Chart beautiful?"

Qiao Ranran drew in a breath. "It was." She had lived in the modern world and seen all sorts of magnificent, breathtaking films, but none came close to the feeling of standing inside the Star-Pulling Chart.

"Don't look at things like that so casually in the future."

"Huh?"

"Knowing the secrets of fate isn't necessarily a good thing. Just follow your heart, Senior Sister."

"Ah, I know."

She herself had known the so-called "future" in her previous life. She had relied too heavily on that knowledge and blindly trusted the so-called male lead, never considering that her own involvement had changed both the story and its future.

Even now, her understanding and actions were still shaped by her previous life much of the time.

Sometimes, foreknowledge was no blessing. In so many stories,