Heart Inquiry Mountain.
In Xiao Shan Lord's small mountain courtyard, Zi Luan respectfully presented a head wrapped in vines, his expression a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.
'So many years have passed. I thought I had turned affection into disgust, but I didn't expect that seeing him would still make me recall certain things from the past...'
Xiao Shan Lord leaned back in his chaise lounge, casually gazing at the head Zi Luan had presented. Then, raising his slender, pale fingers, he slowly plucked at his own temple. A stream of verdant light was peeled away from his head.
"I truly have no need for these memories." His voice grew much colder. His slender fingers gestured again. The vine-wrapped head trembled twice, after which a drop of blood laced with golden threads was extracted from within, floating above his palm.
The head began to tremble violently, as if struggling, but no matter how it thrashed, it could not escape Zi Luan's cupped hands.
