Before settling down to meditate, Qian Wanyu retrieved all the Formation Stones. After leaving a few instructions, she set up a barrier around herself.
The memories that did not belong to her were tangled and complex. As she peeled them away one by one, she discovered that this man named Zong Pan had countless ties to Qing Mo throughout his upbringing in the Azure Mist Sect. With similar backgrounds, the two had gradually become friends.
Naturally, she also glimpsed a corner of the truth about Qing Mo a hundred years ago. She could only feel that Zong Pan had acted muddleheadedly, without thinking anything through. All the shame, resentment, and depravity that had followed Qing Mo's disappearance appeared intact in her mind.
Since acquiring the Devouring skill, this was the first time an outsider's memories had affected her.
"This has to do with you."
Qing Mo had also been openly watching from within her soul sea for a long time. When Qian Wanyu accused him, he silently acknowledged it. After his death, his severely injured soul had unknowingly followed others down from the Azure Mist Sect. Only much later had he recalled the fact that he was dead. With his soul incomplete, he remembered nothing of what had happened to him.
Only when he occasionally heard things about the Azure Mist Sect in the outside world did he feel an inexplicable familiarity. Hearing that Elder Yichen had died in battle had filled him with inexplicable, overwhelming grief. These unfamiliar emotions existed entirely because he had been born in the Azure Mist Sect, and his soul had returned there.
Like a wandering ghost, he had drifted for a hundred years. Just as he was about to dissipate completely, a chance encounter had drawn him into a Seven-Colored Stone. After many years