Many years ago, the old nun who had raised He Zhan died at the end of her natural lifespan. Overcome with grief, he went to the stream behind the nunnery and secretly wept.
It was that very night that he discovered a piece of gauze in a crevice between the rocks beside the stream.
Even now, he had not fully mastered the Divine Ability of that gauze, but he was certain it was an immensely powerful Law Treasure. In terms of preciousness, even all the Jiaolong bones and spirit stones he had picked up afterward combined could not compare to it.
He had always treated that gauze as his final trump card, keeping it so deeply hidden that even his best friends knew nothing about it. How had Guo Dong known?
Even if an accomplished disciple of the Water-Moon Convent could discover his secret through Two Hearts Communication, how could she even name the streamside rocks behind the nunnery?
Tong Yan noticed He Zhan's unusual expression and wondered whether Guo Dong really had some connection to that person.
Even now, he had never considered that Guo Dong might be that person herself.
"How was the roast lamb that night?"
Guo Dong looked at Tonglu as she spoke.
Then she turned to Tong Yan and said, "And the wine that night? If I remember correctly, that was the only time you ever got drunk."
The room fell silent again.
Tonglu and He Zhan exchanged a glance, speechless with shock.
They and Tong Yan had all participated in that Plum Gathering's Dao Battle.
That night beside the lake, they and many others had gathered around a bonfire, eating roast lamb, drinking wine that seemed inexhaustible, and talking at length.
Tong Yan looked at Guo Dong with a grave expression. "Could