The memories slowed again.
Not because they were less important.
But because the blue orb seemed to understand something Feng Xia herself had never fully understood before.
Not every important memory was tied to war.
Or power.
Or the apocalypse.
Sometimes the moments that remained deepest inside a person were embarrassingly small.
Warm.
Personal.
Human.
The memory opened beneath a clear afternoon sky.
Azure Heaven Sect looked peaceful as always. Ocean winds drifted gently through the mountain pathways while disciples trained in distant courtyards. The sound of waves could be heard faintly beyond the cliffs.
Feng Xia stood beneath a flowering spirit tree with her arms crossed.
At least her younger self did.
And she looked irritated.
Very irritated.
"… Why am I even here?"
The current Feng Xia watching the memory immediately recognized the expression.
Jealousy.
Pure jealousy.
The reason stood several meters away.
