Associating her own inexplicable aversion to the Divine Temple, she thought that the forgotten memory must be related to the Divine Temple. But Little Qianye was so young back then, how could she be connected to the Divine Temple? What exactly happened that year that made her force herself to forget?
As Dugu Qianye pondered, she stepped onto the gangplank, too engrossed in her thoughts to notice that she was the last one, nor did she notice Shen Wanqing's unusual expression.
"Swoosh—"
Just as Dugu Qianye was about to reach the ship, the sound of a sharp weapon whistling through the air interrupted her contemplation. She looked up and saw a Silver Serpent Whip hurtling towards her, the other end held by the Hall Master of the Divine Temple.
Shen Wanqing!