Fang Yuan stepped forward.
"She's not a servant," he said firmly.
His voice was steady.
Clear.
Unhesitating.
"She is my wife."
Lin Zhaoyue's heart stopped.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Even the Saberfang looked stunned.
Zhao Lusi blinked.
Then she tilted her head, studying Lin Zhaoyue with renewed interest.
"Your dao companion…"
she muttered, tapping her chin,
"is someone who's never cultivated? That's… weird."
Fang Yuan froze.
Never cultivated?
Wait… what?
His mind churned rapidly.
Zhaoyue did cultivate. She had been powerful—dangerously so.
A fierce warrior.
A protector of the clan.
Someone whose aura used to crackle like a storm behind her eyes.
But now—
Nothing.
Not a trace of qi.
Is that even possible?
Could losing her memories wipe away everything?
Not just her mind…
but her entire cultivation base?
Was she… reset?
"Hmm?" Zhao Lusi raised a brow at Fang Yuan's expression.
"What? Did I say something wrong?"
