I don't want to come up with a funny book title anymore.

"This isn't right, boss. What am I going to tell Lao Mo if something happens to you?" Chu Jiaoyang said, displeased.

Xie Fengnan's lips twitched: "When have you ever seen my sixth sense fail me?"

Chu Jiaoyang didn't hesitate; he directly made a movement to step onto the bridge.

He discovered that he couldn't get up there at all; it seemed as if some force was preventing him from doing so.

Chu Jiaoyang, unwilling to believe it, tried again, only to be thrown to the ground by the force.

Xie Fengnan shrugged and turned his head away. "Although I'm always good at suppressing laughter, you know I can't help it unless I can't hold it in."

Chu Jiaoyang rubbed his buttocks, looking annoyed. "Is it only you, Boss, who can go up?"

This is an implication that Jiang Mo Ran should also be headstrong.

Jiang Mo Ran gave up after a brief attempt.

He didn't want to end up like Chu Jiaoyang.

"Then I'll go."

Xie Fengnan successfully stepped onto the stone bridge.

Seeing that his boss didn't react, Chu Jiaoyang felt relieved.

As Xie Fengnan stepped onto the bridge where the past and present intertwined, a series of scenes gradually appeared before his eyes.

The inscriptions on the cliff face seem to have been carved by a young man with lofty ambitions, using the edge of his sword.

And his purpose was...

Yes?

The wind gently blew away the dusty old scroll.

Xie Fengnan had already set foot on the island's soil.

Before he could even process the information he had just received, the flowers and plants on the island began to greet their former master.

They spontaneously formed a path leading to the rustic courtyard.

Xie Fengnan walked along this path, feeling a sense of novelty, as if he were walking on a flower-lined path.

After passing through the lush bamboo forest, you arrive at the courtyard gate.

The door is now covered in faded red lacquer, but Xie Fengnan subconsciously imagines its former glory.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, but the door opened by itself.

Amidst the creaking sound, a long sigh followed.

Xie Fengnan composed himself and walked into the courtyard.

The stone table and benches in the courtyard stand silently, with chess pieces scattered on them in a chaotic pattern.

"It's been a long time, Your Highness."

A deep, weathered voice rang out behind Xie Fengnan.

It's a familiar feeling again.

But I really don't remember knowing this person.

And what did she mean by saying "it's been a long time"? And what did she mean by calling herself "Your Highness"?

Did they mistake you for someone else? Or are they treating you like a stand-in?

The moment Xie Fengnan turned around, a lot of questions flashed through his mind.

His gaze fell on the person who had spoken.

She was an elderly woman with white hair, her face etched with the marks of time.

Her eyes held a profound wisdom, and her gaze towards Xie Fengnan was filled with longing.

"Who are you...?" Xie Fengnan's voice carried a hint of doubt.

The old woman smiled slightly, her gaze never leaving Xie Fengnan's face, as if trying to find someone's shadow in his eyes and brows.

"Your Highness doesn't remember me? Well, that's only natural."

Her voice was hoarse, which, combined with the already faded courtyard, added to the desolation.

"I once served by your side..."

Before he could finish speaking, lightning flashed.

That was because Heaven wouldn't allow the old woman to continue speaking.

She stopped speaking, raised her hand and gently stroked the stone table, her fingertips rubbing the chess pieces, her expression forlorn.

Xie Fengnan frowned, the images and familiar feelings on the bridge surging within him, yet he couldn't piece together a complete picture of the past.

In the hazy light, he could see a figure sitting on a stone bench, strategizing and making moves with unwavering resolve.

But he couldn't see the person's face clearly.

“I have been waiting here for Your Highness for a long time.” The old woman’s voice was firm. “I knew that one day you would return.”

"I..." Xie Fengnan hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin.

Xie Fengnan's thoughts were also in turmoil. Could it be that his time travel was not a coincidence?

Do people really have past and present lives?

The old woman seemed to understand Xie Fengnan's meaning. She gently shook her head, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.

"To see you again is the greatest comfort to me."

She looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and said, "Heaven does not allow me to say more, but your path has already been paved."

As she spoke, she took out a dragon-shaped jade pendant from her bosom and handed it to Xie Fengnan.

"I will guard this place for Your Highness, and wish Your Highness a long and healthy life."

Xie Fengnan accepted the jade pendant.

The moment I held it, it felt as if something had returned to me along with the jade pendant.

As he examined the jade pendant, several images appeared before his eyes.

It was a child holding the jade pendant, his face full of innocence and joy.

"Thank you for the gift, Wan Niang. I really like it. Could you help me put it on?"

The young woman smiled and gently accepted the jade pendant, her fingertips brushing against its surface as if greeting an old friend.

She carefully put it on the child, her voice gentle: "Your Highness, may you be safe and sound every year, and live a carefree life."

After putting it on, she even straightened the wrinkles at his collar, her actions full of tenderness and care.

The child touched the jade pendant on his chest and smiled, his eyes crinkling.

The scene ends here.

Xie Fengnan's fingers traced the jade pendant, his tone inquiring, "You are... Wan Niang?"

The old woman's eyes reddened, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Your Highness, have you remembered something? My former name was indeed Chen Wanjun."

In an instant, lightning roared, and Chen Wanjun's body trembled violently, as if she had suffered some kind of backlash.

Seeing this, Xie Fengnan wanted to step forward to help her up, but Chen Wanjun waved her hand and refused.

"I'm fine, Your Highness, please leave."

She was afraid that if they spent any more time together, she would have to reveal everything under the cover of thunder and lightning.

Xie Fengnan pursed his lips. "I'm sorry."

Although more questions have arisen, now is clearly not the time to ask.

Xie Fengnan walked out of the courtyard gate, gripped the jade pendant tightly, and glanced back at Chen Wanjun, who was still watching him go, as if he wanted to remember this scene.

Then they went back the way they came.

Chu Jiaoyang was idly muttering to the star beast that had led them there.

"Old beast, can't you speak? You seem more powerful than Xiaoxue and the others."

"Is it because no one taught you how to practice pronunciation? Or are you not eating well here?"

The star beast gave him a very human-like glare, turned its head away, and presented its rear end to Chu Jiaoyang.

"Hey—don't be like that, I can help you solve these problems. If I can't solve them, my boss definitely can."

"You'll definitely not lose out if you follow us, come on, come on."

It must be said that Chu Jiaoyang has a good eye; this glass deer is not only beautiful, but its abilities are also remarkable.

It can not only suppress evil spirits, but also has a certain ability to find treasures and explore mysteries.

If someone were to discover its presence in the wild, they would more or less have the idea of ​​capturing it and using it for their own purposes.

However, the Glazed Deer always seemed indifferent to Chu Jiaoyang.