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"Looking for someone? Who?"

"Master's child."

"Ah, Master has a child? Is he a boy or a girl? Is he older or younger than me? Should he call me Senior Sister or Junior Sister?"

The young disciple asked a lot of questions at once, but Gu Qingchen looked at the mountains in the distance and remained silent for a long time.

It was so long that Sang Feiwan thought he would not answer, then he sighed quietly:

"He should be slightly older than you. Apart from that, Master knows nothing. Master doesn't know whether he is a boy or a girl, or even whether he can be born successfully and grow up safely."

"I have let them down, but no matter how much I regret, I cannot change the past. Master only wants to find them and do my best to make amends in my lifetime."

Sang Feiwan tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Master, did you meet me in the mortal world back then because you were looking for them?"

"Yes. I didn't find them, but I met you. You were so thin at that time that you were just skin and bones, with two big eyes staring blankly at the sky. The master saw you in the sky at a glance and thought you were him."

"That's why you saved me and took me back to your sect. But later you found out that I wasn't your master. Were you disappointed?"

Gu Qingchen laughed: "Silly child, why do you think so?"

He half-knelt in front of his little apprentice and explained patiently and gently:

"When I came to you, I knew you were not him. I can't find my child, but I hope that if he encounters danger, he can be saved by someone as lucky as you."

Sang Feiwan said, "Master, don't worry. Wanwan has grown up and can help you look for him. There is strength in numbers, we will definitely find him!"

Gu Qingchen said: "You don't even know whether he is a man or a woman, or what he looks like, how can you help me find him?"

Sang Feiwan frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Master, I heard there is a mysterious technique that can tell a person's fate and past and future. When I learn it, I will go to the mortal world and help people read their fortunes! Who knows, one day, I will be able to recognize him in a crowd at a glance!"

"Silly girl!" Gu Qingchen was amused by her naive thoughts.

"Fortune-telling and divination are just trifling skills, and are of little use to a cultivator. If they delay your cultivation, wouldn't that be a loss of the greater for the smaller?"

He warned her in a serious tone: "Wanwan, you are a rare genius, your talent is far superior to those of your fellow sisters and brothers. Perhaps in the future, our sect will have to rely on you to carry forward its prosperity. You must practice well and don't put your mind on other things."

"Master has committed sins himself, so he should bear and pay for them! Remember that?"

"Master, rest assured. I will remember this!"

Unfortunately, Sang Feiwan was not the kind of person who would listen to others. He said "I'll remember it" but he still secretly learned what his master called "tricks".

Later, after Sang Feiwan embarked on the path of ruthlessness, the more unforgettable the feelings were, the more they were forgotten.

Even the relationship between him and Gu Qingchen as master and disciple had become very weak. When he occasionally thought of his master, he couldn't even remember his master's face.

She even forgot how her master died.

The elder sister told her: "Master died in the battle with Lihuo Sect. You were outside at that time and didn't have time to come back. But later, you killed the enemy with your own hands and resolved the feud with Lihuo Sect."

"Later, in order to protect your master, you practiced the ruthless way and forgot a lot of things."

Sang Feiwan's temperament became cold at that time, and he was only concerned about cultivation. After listening to it, he did not think too much about it, and did not even shed tears because of the death of his master.

At this moment, when she had experienced the vicissitudes of two lives and returned to the sect to see her master again, most of what she could remember were the beautiful memories of her childhood.

So, she looked like she was about eleven or twelve years old.

Just standing in front of her master, her state of mind could never return to the carefree state of mind of her youth.

"Wanwan, why don't you eat?" Gu Qingchen picked up a piece of meat for her, "You have to eat more meat to grow taller!"

The eldest sister smiled and said, "Junior sister used to be always chattering, but now she's suddenly quiet. We're not used to it."

The second brother suddenly shouted in surprise, "Could it be that someone has taken over his body and changed his mind?"

The fifth brother was also shocked: "Master, please take a look at the little sister quickly, don't let her really be possessed!"

Sang Feiwan was the most beloved person in the sect. When they noticed something was wrong with her, a large group of senior brothers and sisters gathered around her.

Gu Qingchen also hurriedly took action and tested her soul: "It hasn't been possessed, there's no need to make a fuss."

Seeing that everyone was so worried about her, Sang Feiwan tried hard to smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

As she spoke, she picked up the bowl and started eating in big mouthfuls. The rice grains stuck to her face and she didn't bother to wipe them off.

Everyone then felt relieved and sat back in their seats to start eating.

After finishing the meal, Sang Feiwan chatted and reminisced with every senior brother and sister - he also wanted to recapture the good times he had with everyone in the past.

But everyone was very busy. They had to practice, work, study, and listen to Master's teachings. No one had the time to stay with her for too long.

Even the senior sister Feiying was anxiously preparing for the sect's inter-disciples competition that was held every three years.

Before leaving, the senior sister also reminded Sang Feiwan:

"Wanwan, remember to practice hard. If you don't win first place in the competition next month, Master will definitely blame me for not disciplining you strictly!"

In a blink of an eye, everyone dispersed and the area around her became empty again, as if the bustle just now was just a flash in the pan.

With mixed feelings, Sang Feiwan walked around the sect. She used to be there in every place, but now she was out of place there.

In front of Fenggui Cliff, the mountain wind was still biting, ruffling her clothes as if she were dancing.

Her thoughts gradually calmed down, and she began to wonder whether everything here was real or an illusion.

Especially the Master, is he real?