Li Qinghong’s pupils dilated slightly and the violet light in her eyes faded significantly. She had already stowed away the Duruo Spear, exhaled softly, brought her delicate hands together, and said gently, "Qinghong greets senior."0

Li Qinghong remembered that day all too clearly. Chi Buzi’s soul had seemed damaged, and she didn’t know if he still recalled what happened. So she left it at that, simply calling him senior.0

If Chi Buzi had indeed lost his memory, then it would be as if the two had never met. And if he was merely some Water Mansion Immortal Official, then her words would not be out of place either.0

Chi Buzi, hair loose and unkempt, said nothing. He sat down on a nearby stone bench and his pale cyan eyes were fixed on her.0

He had achieved the Purple Mansion Realm many years ago, and cultivated the Pristine Water Dao, which revolved around the balance of clarity...0