"Welcome back, Jiang Du."
Zuo Xian's voice lingered in Qin Manjiang's ears.
I'm Jiang Du?
Qin Manjiang looked down at the water in bewilderment. His reflection wore an inscrutable smile, and his hair no longer looked youthful. It was neater, more refined.
"Come to think of it, you really are the same as ever. You came back on the prophesied day, neither early nor late."
Zuo Xian paced toward the other side of the dam, the hair down her back swaying slightly with her steps, lending her a distinctive liveliness.
Qin Manjiang touched his face and said nothing for a long while. He, too, could vaguely sense something changing inside this body.
"I'm not Jiang Du. Jiang Du is someone else. I sealed his consciousness inside the Spirit Coffin. My name is Qin Manjiang, Qin as in the eight-hundred-li Qin Plains. My surname isn't Jiang."
Walking ahead of him, Zuo Xian turned her head and looked him up and down again, her tone teasing. "I really want to record what you're like right now and show it to you once you've recovered all your memories."
This woman had completely taken it for granted that Qin Manjiang was Jiang Du. Nothing he said would sway her. She was already convinced that the person before her could only be Jiang Du.
Qin Manjiang simply stopped walking. "I can't go with you. I need to find a way to clear this Ghost Story and return to the real world."
His gaze was resolute. Whatever the person before him said, this world was nothing more than a false world formed by the power of a Ghost Story. How could he possibly have traveled upstream against the river of time and returned to twenty years ago?
"Oh?" Zuo Xian's eyes were lively. "Then tell me,