She didn't tell Zuo Yi what that person had said, nor did she take the initiative to ask him about his past life. The boy couldn't remember anything now; he only recognized her as his master.
She guessed that the fake Zuo Yi had probably been a switch for his past life's memories. With the fake Zuo Yi gone, it made sense that he couldn't remember.
「Liuxian Peak.」
The silver-haired, snow-robed Immortal Venerable sat quietly upon his dais in the grand hall. The hall itself was vast and cold, making the man brewing tea above seem utterly solitary.
Suddenly, a subtle ripple moved through the air—he knew Shen Lang had returned.
'…Why did she come back?'
'Has she remembered me, her master?'
Changfan's long lashes lowered as he watched the last drop of tea boil away. In the very next instant, a figure appeared in the center of the grand hall.
It was Shen Lang.
She beamed at Changfan and said, "I'm back. It's not too late, is it?"
