The Divine Maiden looked at Su Mo and slowly shook her head. She knew what Su Mo was guessing.
Su Mo guessed that she did not know of her own existence or origins because she had used this Spell to erase her memories of herself.
"You're overthinking it. I've never used this Memory-Erasing Technique on myself."
"I don't know who I am, not because I've forgotten, but simply because I don't know..."
The Divine Maiden's words were profoundly abstruse, so abstruse that even Su Mo could not understand them for a time.
Those few brief words seemed shrouded in a veil of supreme mystery, impossible to see through or touch. The reason the Divine Maiden did not know who she was was not that she had forgotten, but that she had never known.
Su Mo looked at the Divine Maiden and sighed, his curiosity about the Confucian Sage's name rising once more... Just what name was it, that he would actually choose to forget it?
The two remained silent for a long time, neither saying another word.
A wisp of breeze blew past, seeming to unfurl an immense scroll before Su Mo. Within that scroll seemed to lie the secrets of countless tangled feelings.
Within the Ji Clan, Ji Yue was rubbing her forehead in distress.
Before her stood a teenage girl in a sumptuous dress, her eyes red as she looked at Ji Yue with an overwhelming sense of grievance.
Standing nearby were a woman who looked exceedingly distinguished and a group of Ji Clan elders.
They were all trying to persuade the lavishly dressed girl, but she simply stared in silence at the composed Ji Yue, her eyes filled with utter heartbreak.
"This was discussed and approved by the clan elders. It's only a hairpin. Mother will