Now, it was not only Su Jiu herself who was curious about her origins. Xia Jue was deeply interested as well.
After all, someone with such extraordinary experiences hardly seemed like an ordinary cultivator.
In her previous life, Su Jiu had possessed only a water spiritual root, with no special talents, and the Teardrop Mole beneath her eye had been entirely unremarkable.
But in this life, not only did Su Jiu have a perfect ice spiritual root, her Teardrop Mole had blossomed into a nameless flower. She had more talents than could be counted on one hand, as well as an innate ice-skin jade-bone physique. Her cultivation met no barriers; everything fell into place as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
So just who was this junior martial sister of his?
Finally, there was the painting she had mentioned...
If the events depicted in that painting really came to pass, would that not also suggest that she possessed something akin to a prophet's ability?
Xia Jue could not help sighing softly. "You truly are a walking mystery."
After saying this, Xia Jue gave a derisive chuckle, as though something unpleasant had occurred to him.
Never mind Su Jiu-was he not also shrouded in mysteries in other people's eyes?
Unlike Su Jiu, however, he at least knew where he had come from. Yet sometimes, knowing one's origins was worse than not knowing...
By then, Su Jiu had already left the Enforcement Hall. Naturally, she did not know that Xia Jue remained seated there alone for a long time afterward, or of his... self-loathing.
After leaving, Su Jiu kept remembering Xia Jue's repeated warnings before her departure. He had told her not to speak of these extraordinary events to anyone else.
Su Jiu smiled. Of course she would not...
The people