"Refused...?"
Qu Xi thought she had misheard. She looked up at Zhan Qisheng again, but his cold, fathomless eyes told her she had heard correctly. The man before her really had refused her.
"Why?" Qu Xi asked again.
"Du Yu came to see me last night," Zhan Qisheng said coldly as he sat down. "He only said one thing to me, but I understood everything he meant."
"What did Du Yu say?"
"He said, 'Old Zhan, no matter what happens, remember that the Sage is my future self.'"
Zhan Qisheng repeated those words without leaving out a single one, but Qu Xi struggled to understand them.
"Du Yu said... he's the Sage?" Qu Xi looked at Zhan Qisheng in confusion, more and more questions crowding her mind.
"Yes." Zhan Qisheng nodded. "I spent all of last night trying to understand those words, but nothing made sense. It wasn't until this morning, when I discovered everyone had forgotten Du Yu, that I understood what he meant."
"What did he mean?" Qu Xi asked.
"Miss Qu, think carefully. If the Sage is Du Yu, and Du Yu is the Sage, then his future self must have tried every possible way to kill his past self because something terribly serious had happened."
Hearing Zhan Qisheng say this, Qu Xi fell into deep thought.
"What kind of person is Du Yu?" Zhan Qisheng gave a bitter smile. "He's someone who has survived this long on his ideas. For him to resort to a scheme like this could only mean he had completely run out of ideas. He might have considered or tried countless methods before finally choosing this road of no return. I don't know what he went through, but as I remember it, the two assassins the Sage sent during the White Snake