As his consciousness sank, Song Yan pondered this question.
But his thoughts were growing slower and slower, as though something had wrapped around them.
Every thought had to pass through a thick barrier before it could reach its destination.
Yet something suddenly squeezed into that thick barrier.
They were images from memories.
Tao Wen's.
That thing had swept up Tao Wen's lingering thoughts, bringing his memories into Song Yan's thoughts as well.
And so, fragments of his memories from life began flowing before Song Yan's eyes.
What was this place? It looked so familiar.
The lake shimmered silver-gray, and the distant sound of the tide traveled through the mountain walls.
This seemed to be Moonsea Valley, before that war had destroyed it.
Moonsea Valley.
The lakeside Separate Courtyard, beneath lovely moonlight.
It was not a full-moon night, but the moonlight still illuminated the valley like an immortal paradise.
A flask of wine and two cups sat on the stone table in the courtyard.
The woman seated across the stone table had lively features, with tiny scales at her temples that gleamed faintly in the moonlight.
She held her cup, tilted her head back for a gulp, then wrinkled her nose.
The movement was rather uncouth, completely at odds with her delicate face.
But she was simply that casual and utterly unapologetic, as though no one in the whole world could tell her what to do.
It was Ao Gui.
Tao Wen sat opposite her and laughed at the sight.
"Ao Gui, I don't know how long I'll be leaving Penglai for this time."
He lifted his own cup without drinking, merely turning it playfully in his hand. "Don't miss me too much."
"Hah."
Ao Gui scoffed. "The Demon Race has no such thing as mortal transformation. By the time you