"...Nothing much." Chen Yi paused and said, "I just feel... you're very mysterious, I seem to not know you, my wife."
"Ah..."
"Do you know, this zithar... it belongs to the Wushan Goddess." Chen Yi said, "And you are completely unaffected."
"Is that... true?" She innocently pointed at herself, "I have amnesia, I know nothing..."
Chen Yi nodded slightly and said no more.
Her actions were indeed innocently naive, but also too innocent, lacking any joy, fear, or pride, as if she had anticipated his reaction. With that said, does this "Taiyi" perhaps... know me?
Chen Yi planted a seed of doubt in his heart, then heard some slight noise and looked up.
The sea of clouds slowly parted, revealing a path,
Someone was coming from afar, holding an oar, standing on a small boat.
It was a graceful silhouette, similar in appearance to the Immortals seen in He Shen Kingdom, equally elegant and beautiful, as if specifically coming to meet them.
