As Han Li watched the woman with the familiar face speak with easy confidence, even his steadfast heart wavered again and again, and he could not help recalling moments from his time in the Heavenly South.
"What is your surname, shopkeeper?" Mo Caihuan asked.
"Song. Nothing distinguished about it." Han Li had not used his real name while cultivating among ordinary people. He asked in return, "And yours, miss?"
"Mo Caihuan," Mo Caihuan replied casually.
"What?!" Even at 128 years old, Han Li was startled.
"What's wrong?" Mo Caihuan looked at the visibly shocked Han Li, feigning puzzlement.
"N-nothing." Han Li was inwardly stunned. An identical appearance could still be called a coincidence, but with an identical name as well, coincidence no longer explained it.
Could she be the Mo Caihuan I knew? Mo Juren's youngest daughter? Everything from a hundred and ten years ago involuntarily surfaced in his mind. He had been only eighteen then, and had gone to the Mo Family to obtain the Warm Sun Jade to treat the poison in his body. There, he had met a young girl who left a deep impression on him.
She had been two years younger than him, yet rational and objective, never taking her anger over her father's death out on him. She had listened calmly to his account throughout, and in the end had even exchanged Spirit Stones with him. Looking back now, he had gotten the better end of the deal by trading mortal medicines for Spirit Stones.
But Mo Caihuan had no Spiritual Root. Why would she be here? He instinctively scanned her with the Divine Sense developed through the Great Evolution Art, and discovered that her body was frighteningly strong.
Body Tempering? An idea surfaced in his mind. Mortals could indeed temper their bodies through