Su Zhuyi captured the presence of the Liuguang Mirror. She immediately infused her divine consciousness into the mirror and called out for Qin Jianglan.

When her divine consciousness entered the Liuguang Mirror, everything was blurry. She couldn’t see clearly what was inside at all, naturally not knowing whether Qin Jianglan was truly within.

It had always been speculation, but only this time was she so close to the truth. Was he inside? Was Little Skull in there, too?

Su Zhuyi’s heart pounded frantically. She felt a trace of nervousness.

The next moment, she heard Little Skull’s voice. That wildly beating heart seemed to leap to her throat in that instant.

“Big sister, big sister’s voice, is big sister in the sky?” Little Skull looked up at the sky. The sky wasn’t as gray and hazy as before—it was azure, yet not quite the same as the sky above Luoxue Peak. The sky here had some clouds and mist interweaving, as if cutting the sky into pieces, giving it a somewhat fragmented feeling.

He could only hear the voice but couldn’t see the person. Excitedly tugging at Qin Jianglan’s sleeve, bouncing and touching, “Little uncle, little uncle, did you hear that?”

Qin Jianglan also looked up at the sky.

After a brief moment of distraction, he flew directly into the sky and said in a clear voice: “Present.”

“I am here.”

When he realized he was gradually losing his memories, gradually being erased, Qin Jianglan’s heart was extremely heavy and oppressed. Alone, dwelling in a quiet and eerie world, every blade of grass and tree here was silently devouring his spiritual energy, his vitality, his memories. Every day, he would forget some things, and though he knew he had forgotten a period, he had no idea who was in those times, what important things he shouldn’t forget.

He would gradually forget his relatives, fellow disciples, master, beloved one…

He would even forget his sword, his Sword Dao…

He wanted to remember, but despite exhausting every method to remember, it was all in vain. So Qin Jianglan felt his heart had become possessed by demons. Only after Little Skull’s arrival did he improve slightly. Yet it was only a little improvement. Every day, when telling Little Skull about past events, Qin Jianglan wore a smile on his face while his heart remained knotted with depression. Only after a primordial spirit crashed into the Liuguang Mirror did he have a thread of hope.

But this hope was also extremely faint.

Soul-nourishing lamps, soul-nourishing grass, soul-gathering formations were all used. Wu’er also continuously wrapped him with spiritual energy, but there was no effect. That primordial spirit, since entering and saying a few words, had never revealed another word since, and his primordial spirit was unstable, unable even to condense into human form.

Unexpectedly, he would hear Su Zhuyi’s voice. The appearance of this voice made Qin Jianglan’s heart, which had nearly sunk to the bottom of the valley and was gradually cooling with increasingly slow beats, begin pounding again, as if it wanted to leap out of his chest, as if a flame was burning within his body.

“Present, I am here…” He flew in the air, responding loudly. In his mind appeared Su Zhuyi on the Wangtian Tree—she sat barefoot by the wooden house, feet dangling outside the house, hands cupped around her mouth, shouting toward the distance as if she wanted to break her throat…

Though at that time, she usually shouted things like, “Qin, you old dog, hurry up and let me out!”

And now, though he didn’t shout and yell like she did, his loud response seemed to vent all the gloom in his chest along with that reply, relaxing his constantly tense nerves. It was like a gentle breeze blowing across his face, smoothing his furrowed brow, like sunlight shining into his heart, warming his gradually cooling heart, like hearing her hum unknown little tunes beside him as before.

Su Zhuyi was also stunned. She couldn’t sense Qin Jianglan’s presence but heard his voice coming from inside the mirror.

She instinctively pressed her hand against her heart, somewhat afraid of losing the Liuguang Mirror’s position again. Though pressing like this had no effect, Su Zhuyi felt much more at ease. She first laughed twice, her voice sounding extremely arrogant, “Qin, you old dog, back then you imprisoned me for six hundred years and wouldn’t let me out. Now the tables have turned! Heaven truly has eyes—I never expected that upon rebirth, I’d immediately get to repay this blood debt!”

“Back then, I begged you every day. If you say something nice, I’ll consider finding a way to let you out. Otherwise, you can stay in there for the rest of your life.” Right now, she truly felt like a petty person who had gained power.

“Oh, still staying silent with me, not making a sound? Before, I begged you and you wouldn’t respond. Now you’re begging me…”

“Su Zhuyi.”

A low, hoarse voice came through—a sandy sound, like feet stepping on withered leaves, like insects crawling on her heart, tickling her with a tingling itch. It was quite different from the cold, jade-like voice in her memory, causing the haughty Su Zhuyi, whose tail was nearly raised to the sky, to be slightly taken aback. Then she pretended to be nonchalant: “Speak up, I’m listening.”

“My heart delights in you, unchanging for this lifetime.”

Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions—I am unwilling, don’t dare, don’t want to forget.

Su Zhuyi felt a bit sweet, as if she’d eaten candy, but she still scoffed dismissively, pouting, “It’s not like I didn’t know.”

She knew Qin Jianglan liked her.

Having done so much for her, how could she not know? She knew, and she wouldn’t pretend not to know. You liking me is perfectly normal, isn’t it? There are plenty of people who are like me. Though Su Zhuyi felt his words weren’t particularly moving, she didn’t dwell on it too much this time and instead asked: “What’s your situation inside the mirror?”

“I’m completely in the dark here, don’t know how to get you out. You know about that Quicksand River, right? I’m currently soaking in the Quicksand River, so the primordial spirit seal seems to have been broken open. My divine consciousness has recovered quite a bit now, which is why I can sense the mirror’s existence.”

She quickly introduced her current situation, “What are you now? You’re not a weapon spirit, are you? If you became a weapon spirit…” Thinking of this, Su Zhuyi’s heart suddenly sank. She frowned, “Little Skull said you have a physical body. Did you enter with your physical body? A few days ago, I found a soul weapon. The primordial spirit inside seemed to know about the Liuguang Mirror, but just as I was about to ask in detail, I discovered that the primordial spirit had disappeared. Did it enter the mirror?”

“Mm.” So that primordial spirit was found by Su Zhuyi. Qin Jianglan also quickly said, “That person’s primordial spirit is very weak and hasn’t spoken yet. I’m trying to help him gather his soul, hoping to get some useful information.”

Qin Jianglan hesitated for a moment. He didn’t know whether to tell Su Zhuyi about his current situation. He also didn’t know if he was truly erased, would Su Zhuyi outside the mirror be affected? Would she still remember that such a person had once existed?

He hovered in the air.

Looking at that sky, his eyes blinked lightly, long eyelashes falling as if covering the light in his eyes. Qin Jianglan said, “Demoness, if there were no longer a Qin Jianglan in this world, would you feel happy?”

No expression could be seen on his face, but his hands had slowly clenched into fists.

She had been very annoyed with him before. Because he hadn’t indulged her temperament, hadn’t given her freedom, she…

He didn’t know how the person on the other side would answer. In that instant, he seemed more nervous than at any other time.

“You’re gone?” Su Zhuyi frowned slightly, then burst into giggles. As she laughed, she also pressed her heart. She didn’t know if it was because she thought of this person being gone or because she was pressing too hard, but Su Zhuyi felt a sudden sharp pain in her heart. She said: “How boring it would be without you…”

Her gaze swept over the man soaking beside her, “These men nowadays—their faces aren’t as good-looking as yours, their cultivation isn’t as high as yours, and even…” Her gaze swept downward. Su Zhuyi scoffed, “I imagine their skills aren’t as good as yours either. Having slept with a natural beauty like you, how can I look at other men? Look at this guy—he doesn’t have two ounces of meat down there, tsk tsk…”

The beginning sounded quite normal. When she mentioned skills, Qin Jianglan thought she meant sword techniques, cultivation methods, and such. But upon hearing the latter part, the smile on his face became somewhat strained. Recalling that she said she was soaking in the Quicksand River, Qin Jianglan’s smile completely froze. He reflected on the tone of her recent words—wasn’t she looking at other men and commenting on them…

Qin Jianglan knew about the Quicksand River. The spiritual spring appeared only once every thousand years. His age wasn’t suitable—he shouldn’t have entered—but the sect sent him because of his Triple Yang Convergence constitution. He was the oldest and highest-cultivated person in that batch, causing all the red leaves to gather around him while the others had almost no coverage. There happened to be two female cultivators at the time. Later, both seemed to have asked the sect for marriage arrangements, but he had refused them all.

When soaking in the Quicksand River, male cultivators were completely unclothed. Though he couldn’t see the outside world, Qin Jianglan seemed to visualize her soaking in the spiritual spring.

“Dong Fushan Sect’s Dong Richen? Xundao Sect’s Chang Yuege?” Those seemed to be the two people from the previous life. With this comparison, Qin Jianglan gained confidence, thinking to himself, “Those two are indeed inferior to me.”

In every aspect.

“I have no impression of the Dong Fushan Sect. The Xundao Sect one is correct—he doesn’t have many leaves on his body…”

Poor constitution. Far inferior to Qin Chuan. And she was even multitasking now, having left countless times more than the others.

At this time, Qin Jianglan withdrew his thoughts and said again: “Su Zhuyi, there’s a True Spirit Realm inside the Liuguang Mirror.”

“All living things in this True Spirit Realm have no vitality, but they can devour my life force.”

“My life seems to be gradually erased.”

“I’ve lost many memories.”

“Su Zhuyi…” Qin Jianglan’s voice already carried a trace of tremor. He said, “I’m afraid.”

“I’m afraid of forgetting you.”

Such a person had never shown such a side before. He had never thought there would come a day when he would say to Su Zhuyi, “I’m afraid, I’m afraid of forgetting you.”

Though he was reluctant to mention something that would worry her, he knew that perhaps only by working together could he have a day of escape.

I don’t want to forget, and I’m also afraid you won’t be happy.