"The reason I could live until now was because, after suffering a devastating blow, I happened by chance to enter a strange land.
I survived there as a wisp of remnant soul, neither human nor ghost. Perhaps because the laws of heaven and earth there were entirely different, I endured for countless years...
The reason I told you this first is because it concerns events from a very, very long time ago. Perhaps you think I am talking nonsense.
Back then, I was not called Shuang Qingqing. But that no longer matters. A name is only a name. You only need to know that I am Shuang Qingqing, and that person back then was also Shuang Qingqing..."
As Li Yan listened, surprise flickered in his eyes several times, but he immediately thought of something!
Shuang Qingqing was a true cultivator of the Qingqing Continent, a cultivator of the Heavenly Spirit Clan. She had been a peerless prodigy from an era utterly different from that yellow-robed middle-aged man.
From childhood, she had been raised by the Heavenly Spirit Clan as one of its most core disciples. Her talent had likewise left countless people of that generation astonished.
Riding alone in a cloud of dust, she had flung more than ninety percent of her peers far behind her.
She had successfully formed her Golden Core at just thirty-five years old, and for a time, her splendor had been unmatched.
At that time, her puppet arts reigned supreme among Heavenly Spirit Clan cultivators of the same rank. There were even faint signs that she would surpass the older generation of powerhouses.
Shuang Qingqing herself was incomparably proud and aloof. She dismissed the many cultivators who wished to become Dao companions with her, sometimes even mocking them outright.
Because of this, she had offended