"Clang!" Ji Fengming's chopsticks, along with the piece of hot pot meat he had just picked up, fell into the bowl in front of him, and then rolled onto the table. "Yao'er, what nonsense are you talking about? Have you really been so angry with me and my brother-in-law that you've started talking nonsense?"
"My original name was Yun Yao," Ji Fengyao said calmly, recounting her origins with each word clear and composed, as if reciting a familiar story: "My master was the most powerful alchemist on the Danling Continent. When he was refining the Time-Freezing Pill, he made a mistake and the furnace exploded. I, who was assisting him, was killed on the spot, and my soul was poisoned by the Time-Freezing Pill."
When I died, I was exactly twenty years old. Under the influence of the Time-Freezing Pill, my soul gained immortality, but in every subsequent life I lived, I would not live past the lifespan of my first life. Once my physical body reaches the age of twenty, my soul will automatically detach and reside in the next host who is under twenty.
The room was completely silent.
Ji Fengming, Hei Xiao, and Wanqi Kafu stared blankly at Ji Fengyao, speechless with shock.
Shang Xiye had already guessed this;
So he wasn't particularly shocked to hear what his young wife said.
He thought back to the scene he had witnessed and thought to himself:
The young wife was indeed unaware that his act of blowing up the alchemy furnace and killing her in his previous life was intentional.
He thought it was just a mistake on his part that accidentally killed her.
He gently gripped his palms with his ten fingers, not daring to let his young wife notice anything amiss.
Before he could fully recall the incident, he couldn't give his wife a reasonable explanation, and he didn't even know where to begin with an apology or repentance, so he could only keep it a secret and endure it for the time being.
No matter what, he couldn't lose his young wife.
He would only sincerely atone to his wife after he remembered everything.
"Yao'er, you...you mustn't..." Ji Fengming wanted to tell Ji Fengyao not to be willful and talk nonsense as he used to dote on her, but Ji Fengyao's words were clear, logical, and contained names and surnames.
More importantly, no one knew his sister better than him. Before she fell, she was indeed just a little girl who didn't understand anything.
But after her sister fell, she became an omnipotent divine healer and even knew the art of cultivating immortality.
He also led him, his parents, and his two younger brothers onto the path of cultivation.
If this wasn't divine guidance, then it could only be as she said: she and her sister are not the same person.
Ji Fengming was momentarily flustered.
His love for his sister has never changed; it was genuine for the previous sixteen years, and it remains as strong and unwavering as it has in this year.
But his sister told him:
His real sister is dead; she's a fake...
"Brother... Brother Fengming," Ji Fengyao looked at Ji Fengming nervously, no longer daring to call him as affectionately as before.
"I'm sorry, Yao'er, I... I need some peace and quiet..." Ji Fengming hurriedly got up and ran out.
Seeing this, Hei Xiao also got up and followed him out: "Xiao Jiu, Xiao Yao'er, you two eat first. I'll go out and keep an eye on him so he doesn't cause trouble."
"Um... I'm full. I've been traveling for the past few days and I'm a bit tired. I'll go back to my room to rest first. Call me when we set off tomorrow." Wanqikaf noticed that something was wrong.
Although she was drooling with desire for the hot pot meat, she wisely put down her chopsticks, forced herself to stop looking at the meat in the pot, swallowed hard a few times, and got up to leave.
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