"Me?"
A somewhat strange question.
This question truly stumped Jiang Feng. The young man didn't notice the look of anticipation and gentleness in his sister's eyes, nor the flash of fragmented memories in her beautiful eyes.
Before she embarked on this path of cultivation, she never dreamed of those chaotic things. However, after being picked up by her master to Swordmaster Peak, some sealed memories seemed to unlock, continually pouring into her mind.
She often dreams of fragmented memories, and she travels based on these memories, visiting many places that only exist in dreams, and many secret strongholds known only to evil cultivators.
But for her, it was simply a matter of wielding her sword to eliminate these scourges—nothing more. After many years of travel, she still hadn't found the deeply imprinted figure in her memory.
Until twenty years ago.
She had another dream, a familiar dream.
