Saying that I am a wanderer who has been drifting for a thousand years seems too sad.

Ye Chen pondered for a moment, put on a cynical smile on his face, and prepared to make a joke to get away with it.

"I am who I am!" He spread his hands, very cool.

"A handsome man." He winked at Xiaodie, "Don't fall in love with me."

Xiaodie was stunned at first, then she reacted and her face turned red.

"Pooh!"

She spat: "You old fool, you have no shame!"

Ye Chen laughed out loud. Xiaodie's reaction made him feel very happy.

"I told you, but you didn't believe me."

Ye Chen spread his hands helplessly.

When Xiaodie saw Ye Chen's joking look, she knew that he didn't want to tell the truth.

But she still didn't give up. Since she had asked the question today, she would get to the bottom of it.

"I mean, where are you from?"

"Why do you know so much about swordsmanship when you clearly have no cultivation?"

"besides……"

She paused, her eyes falling on the crutch in Ye Chen's hand.

"Why are you so badly injured and why did you fall from the sky?"

Xiaodie asked all the questions in her mind in one breath.

Ye Chen smiled slightly and decided to continue making up the story.

“I don’t know where I came from.”

"I have lost my memory and can't remember anything that happened before."

He paused, his eyes drifting into the distance, as if recalling something.

"I only remember being blown away by a gust of wind..."

His tone was low and tinged with sadness.