Xianzhou Luofu.
When Xianyu received Dan Feng's message, he had just stepped out of the Divination Commission, preparing to leave work early and meet the Interastral Peace Corporation executive who had attended the auctions on his behalf.
He automatically ignored the antique photograph Dan Feng had sent and focused on the accompanying text.
[A thousand in gold is not enough of an apology.]
[This is worth ten thousand. What do you think?]
A promise made a thousand years ago had been brought up again. Anyone else might have been moved by Dan Feng's words.
But Xianyu was no ordinary person.
His first reaction was: had Dan Feng discovered his identity? How had he found out?
The first thing that came to mind was his face.
Because of this face? This face that was no different from the one he had worn in the real world, in his previous life?
His memories of his original world would fade with time, and his personality would change along with them.
The only thing that seemed to belong to him alone was this face.
After five thousand years, it was the only thing he had left that connected him to the real world.
After living so long, he had to hold on to something, didn't he?
Even if this face might expose his identity, he would never change his appearance.
Xianyu lowered his eyes and considered how to reply to Dan Feng.
Dan Feng held a special position: he was Jingliu's friend.
Jingliu's age was a cause for concern. Most Xianzhou natives her age had already become mara-struck.
Although being mara-struck was no major problem for Xianyu, Jingliu was different. She might not be able to withstand it.
The items in Xianyu's inventory could extend her lifespan, but he could not be sure how