The silvery light was about to fall on Gu Shengyin's face, but it was caught by a white slender finger.
"What a heartfelt monologue, Miss A Xiu." A cold, clear voice echoed in the empty cave, seemingly dropping the temperature with its sound.
A Xiu was so startled by the sudden voice that her hand shook, causing the blade to fall to the ground with a crisp sound, echoing in the cave.
Gu Shengyin opened her eyes and stood up from the ground.
With a slight kick of her toe, the small blade was sent flying far away.
She leaned down, staring intently at A Xiu, who was still sitting on the ground. "Now, can you tell me, Miss A Xiu, who exactly are you?"
A girl who was born in the mountains and has never left, how could she know her identity and that strange title, Qingluan King.
A Xiu's face suddenly turned deathly pale: "Qu Feiluan, you didn't lose your memory!"
Gu Shengyin shook her head lightly: "No, I just happened to suddenly remember."
