A white figure slowly emerged from the cave.

Wearing a brocade robe and jade crown, he gently waved a folding fan in his hand—what a dashing and debonair young nobleman!

Meng Wanwan looked at the person who came, but didn't say anything. Instead, she was considering why he had come.

If Shangguan Liuyue has arrived, then it means that they came at the right time.

Shangguan Liuyue strode through the air, walked up to Meng Wanwan, bent down, and said with a smile, "It's been a long time. Did you miss me?"

Meng Wanwan looked at him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Shangguan Liuyue naturally sensed her wariness.

"Hmm..." Shangguan Liuyue closed her fan, tapped her chin with it, and said with a smile, "I just remembered some things, so I came here to revisit familiar places. So, are you interested in this topic?"

Meng Wanwan's eyes flashed: "You remembered?"

Shangguan Liuyue smiled: "I remember part of it."

He didn't know what Baihua Zhenzhen meant by the message about one of the shackles being broken, but he was certain that his memories had been tampered with.

If it weren't for that woman...

He really wanted to talk to her.

Meng Wanwan raised an eyebrow: "Is it related to Fengling Town?"

Shangguan Liuyue nodded slightly and smiled, "Yes."

The news that one of the Shangguan family's patriarchs had awakened had spread throughout the entire Nine Realms Continent.

As members of major sects and families, they had naturally seen his portrait.

Therefore, Han Rui had already recognized Shangguan Liuyue.

He just didn't expect that Shangguan Liuyue was more familiar with Meng Wanwan.

This made him even more suspicious of Meng Wanwan's identity.

Han Rui quickly stepped forward: "Junior Han Rui greets Ancestor Shangguan."

Shangguan Liuyue glanced at him with her arms crossed in a nonchalant manner and chuckled, "Oh? A member of the Han family?"

The disdain and contempt in that tone were completely undisguised.

Han Rui, of course, understood as well, and said with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "I wonder if I have offended Elder Shangguan in any way?"

Shangguan Liuyue said "Oh" and waved her hand: "No, I just remembered some things and I have an innate aversion to the Han family."

Han Rui...

Is this what you call not offending anyone?

Meng Wanwan wanted to know what Shangguan Liuyue had remembered, so she walked back alone.

Shangguan Liuyue followed her.

Cong Ying led Lan Qiao and followed Shangguan Liuyue.

Han Rui gave his servants a look, and they carried the unconscious Han Cui away.

If she can survive, let her live.

When Shangguan Liuyue arrived at the door of the Zhu family's house, Yunling came over and bowed to him.

When Shangguan Liuyue saw her attire, a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

"You are... a descendant of Song Lingxiao?"

Yunling lowered her head and said, "Yes, Elder Shangguan."

Her tone was somewhat urgent: "Does Ancestor Shangguan know the founder of my Tanmeng Palace?"

Shangguan Liuyue looked in one direction, then glanced around the area again, and said, "I wouldn't say I know him, but I have a memory of him."

His memory was somewhat hazy, and certain figures and names flickered in his mind.

Yunling quickly added, "Does Ancestor Shangguan remember her demise?"

Shangguan Liuyue shook her head: "I don't remember. I only remember that she was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl..."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Yunling's eyes.

Meng Wanwan ignored her and asked again, "What are you doing here?"

Even when revisiting a familiar place, there's always a purpose.

Shangguan Liuyue looked completely innocent: "I really came here to revisit this place. Although I remembered some things, not all of them, I came here to find the answers."

Meng Wanwan sat down on the steps in front of the door, ignoring everyone else, and asked him, "What are you thinking about?"

Shangguan Liuyue's lips curled into a smile: "The owner of this place."

Meng Wanwan turned to look at him in surprise: "The owner of this place?"

Han Rui's eyes darted around, and he immediately said, "Huh? Miss Ting just said that she is the only person left in this place. Could it be that Miss Ting is the owner of this place?"

Meng Wanwan glanced over casually and happened to see the probing look in Han Rui's eyes.

He sneered inwardly.

idiot.

Yunling also looked at Meng Wanwan, though she didn't really believe Meng Wanwan was from here.

After all, according to their historical records, their ancestor was caught in the war between gods and demons, and this place was just a dead land hundreds of years ago.

How could anyone possibly still be alive?

However, Shangguan Liuyue disappointed them.

Shangguan Liuyue tapped her palm with her fan and said, "She does have a connection with Fengling Town, but she is not the master of this place."

Shangguan Liuyue looked at Meng Wanwan, and the two understood each other without saying a word.

Meng Wanwan once truly lived in Fengling Town within the painting that Shangguan Liuyue supported with her primordial spirit and all her power.

It's reasonable that Meng Wanwan is very familiar with Fengling Town.

It's not untrue that Meng Wanwan has a connection with Fengling Town.

Han Rui was genuinely surprised. He thought Meng Wanwan was just relying on her own strength and using someone else's power to intimidate him.

Yunling asked, "Then I wonder who the owner of this place is..."

Shangguan Liuyue's gaze returned to that direction.

Meng Wanwan followed his gaze and looked in the direction of the hole that Han Cui had smashed.

"There used to be five people here. Would you like to hear their story?"

Shangguan Liuyue's gaze slowly deepened.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, but seemed to have realized what was going on.

What they want to know will probably be revealed soon.

No one noticed that a black figure quietly left the crowd, walked into the river, crossed the water, and disappeared into the hole.

Shangguan Liuyue laughed and said, "Actually, this place wasn't called Fengling Town before. It was just a residence built by a certain immoral sect five or six hundred years ago."

"Back then, the cultivation world of the Nine Realms was very prosperous. Whether it was a famous sect or a powerful family, any young person you picked was exceptionally talented. At that time, almost every day someone underwent tribulation. Every hundred years, someone would enter the Mahayana stage. It was truly... prosperous."

"The boy in the story was born into the most prestigious family at the time. Although he was not the heir, he was very talented in weapon crafting and at a young age he crafted a famous high-level magic weapon, which he named after himself."

Meng Wanwan looked at the small fan in her hand.

The Seven Stars of the Flowing Moon...

"A born rebellious youth, at the age of twenty, embarked on a journey of travel with a heart full of passion."

"He once thought about fighting evil and upholding justice in the mortal world, making great achievements in the world of cultivation, and hoping to travel all over the world to temper his character."

"But unexpectedly, the first person he encountered on his way down the mountain left him utterly humiliated."

At this point, he actually laughed.

Everyone knew whose story he was talking about, but no one dared to interrupt.

In the northern lands, countless independent cultivators and practitioners from various sects flocked here, searching like a carpet for any trace of the unusual activity that had occurred the day before.

However, when they arrived near Xianglai Village, they saw the huge crack.

It's so obvious, there's no need to look for it at all.

So people jumped down.

--The other side

Lan Qiao walked unsteadily through the dark passageway, a gentle breeze blowing across his face, causing the sweat on his forehead to drip onto the ground.

He had lost his shoes at some point and was walking forward barefoot.

He mumbled, "Tree...tree..."