A woman dressed in brocade blue sat gracefully inside a carriage, her white gauze half-draped and partially transparent.

Several musicians, each holding a jade flute and a stringed instrument on their lap, stood on either side of the train.

A gentle rain of blossoms falls, ethereal music wafts, and a beautiful woman in a light veil appears—a scene of breathtaking beauty.

Women on both sides of the street couldn't help but envy it;

Men who see it are all captivated by it.

Du Heixiao's expression grew colder and colder, his gaze turning away in an instant filled with disdain.

Jun Luoying, riding in the carriage, had a face as beautiful as a lotus, with a lifelike half-open pink lotus painted between her brows.

From afar, she truly was a beauty with skin as white as ice and bones as white as jade, exuding an ethereal aura.

Black Owl glanced at her once before turning away decisively, quickening his pace, wanting only to get as far away from this woman as possible.

Although he didn't remember all of his past life's memories, he was definitely involved in the deaths of Jun Luoying and Yunxiao.

Otherwise, even after losing his memory, he wouldn't be filled with resentment and hatred whenever he thinks of this woman!

In his past life, Ling Qing would not easily speak ill of others, but now he is the reincarnated Black Owl.

Black Owl bears a resemblance to Cloud Soar.

When he gets angry, he won't hold back his sharp tongue just because the other person is a woman.

Upon seeing Jun Luoying, he couldn't stop the internal monologue:

This woman is still as pretentious and fame-seeking as ever, which is disgusting!

Cultivators, like mortals, are either men or women.

There are countless female cultivators on the Danling Continent, but she has such a big face that she calls herself Fairy Qingfu. Ha!

Black Owl's decisive and resolute figure stood out like a single red flower amidst a sea of ​​green among the crowd who stood in admiration.

Sitting high in the carriage, Jun Luoying could easily see the Black Owl striding away.

That silhouette...

Jun Luoying's heart trembled slightly. She lightly touched the ground with her jade feet and, like a fairy descending to earth, gracefully arrived behind Hei Xiao.

"Ling Qing!" she called softly in surprise, reaching out to pull on Hei Xiao's arm.

Black Owl swiftly dodged to the side, then turned back, his eyes icy cold as he pierced Jun Luoying: "What are you doing?!"

That look in his eyes...

Jun Luoying felt a pang of pain in her heart from Hei Xiao's cold gaze, and a wave of familiarity washed over her.

But his face, his face was not the face she deeply loved and buried in her heart.

"Who...who are you?" Jun Luoying stared at the unfamiliar face of the Black Owl with resentment, her fingertips trembling with excitement.

So many years! She's waited for so many years!

No one had ever made her feel like she was seeing him again, like the person in front of her.

Except for his face, which doesn't resemble Ling Qing, his aura and demeanor from head to toe are exactly like hers, Ling Qing!

"And who are you, and why are you blocking my way?" Black Owl glanced at her with completely unfamiliar, indifferent, and wary eyes, and asked in return.

"You stand in the city of Fairy Qingfu, yet you don't recognize Fairy Qingfu as the city lord? What a joke!" A female cultivator dressed as a maid walked over, looking down at Black Owl with an arrogant expression.

"I just stumbled into this city by mistake, and I'm about to leave." Black Owl was too lazy to argue with this woman any longer, and turned to leave.

Upon seeing his incredibly familiar back again, Jun Luoying's obsession resurfaced.

She stepped forward again to stop him: "You haven't answered this fairy's question yet, don't even think about leaving!"

Black Owl genuinely laughed, laughing at his own feigned indifference and indecisiveness in his past life.

Some people in this world are too self-righteous.

If you don't say something hurtful and hurt him, he might not feel good about himself!