Every meeting ended with an immediate and complete oblivion.
Now, the remaining memories are only some insights about the cultivation of techniques.
People and events, as if erased from her memory by a supreme power.
Up to now, she inhaled many fragments of real spirits, also saw some previous life memory fragments, but never knew what her previous life looked like.
Like viewing flowers in the fog, or watching the moon in water, it's never clear.
...
An hour and a half later.
"We're here."
Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and the two instantly appeared at the entrance of Heaven Lead Peak.
At that time, it was midday.
Under the bright sunshine overhead, the two disciples in front of the gate looked sleepy, their eyes flickering.
The sudden appearance of Jiang Yuan and Shu Xiaoxiao dispelled their drowsiness.
One of them rubbed his eyes, showing a terrified look.