At those words, Lin Buyu turned to glance at Ziyan, then turned back and shook her head expressionlessly.
"I don't remember."
Everyone felt slightly awkward at her reply.
"It's been three years. It's perfectly normal not to remember."
Ziyan smiled and smoothed things over.
"That's true. It's already been three years, so it's perfectly normal not to remember. Look, little sister Buyu is already as tall as I am."
Zhao Linglong smiled and gestured to compare their heights.
Had Xu Taiping not been the first disciple she had gone down the mountain to receive, and had her childhood circumstances not resembled his, she might already have forgotten that young man too.
Although Zhao Linglong's father was the Peak Lord of Seven Peaks, she was his daughter by a woman from the mortal world. She had grown up in the mortal world until she was seven, her mother making a living by washing clothes for others. Later, when her mother fell gravely ill, she had actually learned to wash clothes, cook meals, brew medicine, and simmer soup at just six or seven years old.
Had her mother not passed away and the Peak Lord of Seven Peaks not found her, she might have gone with her mother that very winter.
"By the way, Sister Ziyan, did you come over today to watch the Dragon Gate Assembly too?"
Zhao Linglong stopped dwelling on the past and changed the subject, asking Xu Ziyan curiously.
"When I exchanged letters with Qingxiao yesterday, I learned that you'd borrowed the Mountain Patrol Mirror, so I thought I'd bring Buyu over for a look. Though it's a contest between outer sect disciples, it only happens once every three years. Miss it, and you have to wait another three."
Ziyan nodded.
"Perfect, then. Xu Taiping, who entered the