"Bai Ling."
Hearing the other girl call her name, Bai Ling stared wide-eyed in shock at the girl who had suddenly appeared before her. She withdrew the foot she had poised to leave and sat back down, her expression turning serious. "You know me?"
Xue Fuyao smiled and nodded. "You could say that. Have you inherited your master's mantle yet?"
At that question, Bai Ling looked even more shocked. How did this person even know about that? Aside from her and her master, no one knew about their relationship.
Seeing her shock, Xue Fuyao smiled, nostalgia in her eyes as she looked at Bai Ling.
She had known Bai Ling in her previous life. Bai Ling had been one of her few friends during the days when she was being hunted.
But by then, she had become afraid of being stabbed in the back, so even though they were friends, she had never truly opened her heart to her. Bai Ling, on the other hand, had treated her as a true friend and told her about herself.
Bai Ling was Yun Zhongtian's disciple, but when Xue Fuyao encountered her in the Southern Continent, she had been branded a spy for the Devil Race, and her reputation was already in ruins. Unable to remain in the Central Continent, she had fled to the Southern Continent.
Bai Ling had been utterly despondent then, constantly saying things like "I'm a sinner" and "I've ruined the Medicine Saint's reputation."
The last time she had seen Bai Ling had been two years before her death.
She still remembered it clearly. It had been the first time Bai Ling had smiled since they met. She had said she had found evidence that could clear her of suspicion of being a Devil Race spy, that she could