Chapter 1497: Chapter 876: Evasion (2)
The deeper the good memories, the more unbearable the pain that follows.
The deeper the bad memories, the more unnecessary to elaborate.
Compared to some people who are deeply mired and in agony, there is one person who remains silent—that is Sui Yi.
When Su Zimu and Mo Ke looked at her, her brows were tightly knit, yet her face showed little extra expression. She was always good at concealing her emotions, making it hard to discern suspicion or surprise, and coupled with her high standards and extensive experiences, it made emotional changes even more difficult.
So, what did she see in the end?
She saw that man’s memories of her, deeply imprinted.
Sui Yi remained silent, even as the surrounding consciousness faded into white light, she stayed silent.
How could she tell these people... that while they one by one plunged into the storm of memories, she alone, she alone remained calm.
There was nothing.
She could not obtain any memories from this Monarch’s Shadow Wall.
It avoided her.
What a helpless yet thought-provoking rule this is.
What kind of power created this?
If she knew there was such a rule, would she still indulge Jiang Chenyu?
Perhaps she would.
As she had told Huang Long before, no matter how long buried, things underground will eventually be unearthed...
Existence has its own rationale.
She lifted her head to look at the massive Shadow Wall facing her.
Even if she could not derive any memories from the Shadow Wall, it still gave her a faint sense of familiarity.
Elusive and distant, it left her heart feeling alone.
Perhaps, it was because she saw Jiang Chenyu staring at it with the same yearning?
What did she see then?
Jiang Chenyu saw his memories, saw what she never could: the first enchanting sight of the High Priest in his youth on a drizzly day.
As a woman, she understood how such an existence of the High Priest could bewitch a man.
For her, he severed that path, dedicated six years just to meet again, for her...
And what else did he do for her?
She did not know about the events that followed; that thundering night later became a taboo.
He did not speak of it, no one dared to mention it again.
Did he know her memories?
Probably not; he didn’t know that her greatest memory of him was when he energetically led a thousand Wizards to the flooded land for a ritual...
A Prince, but became a leader, yet possessed no witchcraft. Perhaps he never realized how special he was.
Still unaware of how he traveled to the flood plains, took off his splendid robe to cover a diseased, rotting-legged girl, carefully lifted her, without minding the purulent liquid staining his hem...
He strode forward, his face radiant, his demeanor clear and brisk, step by step, without hesitation.
He was a good person.
She thought so back then.
Yet she also noticed, after he put the girl down,
the girl gently grabbed his sleeve, saying: "Big brother, were you sent by the Grand Priest with Crown to save us?"
He nodded.
"Is the High Priest as good-looking as you?"
Back then, he carried this girl to her.
Because the disease was spreading due to the floods, many Physicians from Medicine King Valley came, she was among them. As she examined the girl’s illness.
Upon hearing the girl’s words, her mind recalled everyone’s description of that High Priest...
A peerless person.
It wasn’t a peerless woman, because that would imply another peerless man.
In this world, no man could surpass her.
Even her great-grandfather said so.
An immortal existence, a deity.
Such a person must be beautiful, but how could children in this small place ever see the High Priest in person?
Even she, as the young valley master of Medicine King Valley, currently lacked the confidence to stand before her...
"She’s more beautiful than me."
The man said slowly.
Like the world’s most resolute judgment.
Then he patted the girl’s head, nodded slightly at her, and turned to leave.
She’s more beautiful than me.
This man’s words seemed ordinary, yet she heard a profound meaning within them.
Another man falling for the High Priest?
She did not pay much attention; there were countless admirers of the High Priest across the world, even her father held her as a goddess...strangely, her mother felt the same.
Such a strange thought.
Previously it never weighed on her heart, but this man’s tone was so firm, making her feel a sense of urgency to meet that supreme existence.
Though the girl’s smile lasted just a moment.
She didn’t live much longer.
The rot poison had invaded the vital organs, headed for the brain.
Not even immortals could save her.
He was too busy; upon hearing of this, he said nothing, but sent a gift.
The girl clutched the gift as she left this world.
She saw it was a palm-sized wooden carving.
Vividly lifelike, profoundly moving.
Was he gentle?
She saw through his gentle nature.
Only because this girl had such a simple longing for that woman, perhaps it reflected some of his shadows, he was not treating this girl, but himself.
Standing beside her former youthful self, watching that man braving the rain directing Wizards to fend off the remaining Water Ghosts.
What was incomprehensible in the past can now be understood without looking.
She understood the momentary glow in her eyes back then.
It was called heartthrob.
She also understood this man’s lifetime of rise and fall later on.
If she were capable now, she might approach him and kill him directly.
Recalling the days that followed....
She smiled bitterly.
He, desperate and risk-taking, kneeled in that ethereal quiet place for three days to save a person, unfortunately, failed to bring them back, and had himself buried there...
Inadvertently implicated her too.
Then again...
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