"After tonight, if he can wake up as he wishes, the disciples of Lingyun Sect will erase his memory."
Lin Qingluo appeared in the room, lowering her gaze to look at the little goldfish, "In this lifetime, he will never remember you again."
"Alas."
A faint sigh.
The little goldfish in the porcelain bowl suddenly disappeared, and a white light flew towards the Lotus Pond.
In a moment, a phantom figure with breathtaking beauty appeared in the rippling waters under the dark night.
"Little Kingfisher, is it you? Will you see me now?"
Spirit, filled with joy, reached out a trembling hand, wanting to touch the longing in his heart.
The ethereal beauty didn't respond, her eyes were complex as she looked at him.
"Little Kingfisher, you are so beautiful, just as I imagined."
Spirit's hand passed through the figure without any substantial contact.
Even so, he was still very happy, and his pure laughter illuminated his beautiful face, stained with a unique vitality of youth.