Xuan, showing no change in his expression whatsoever, slowly turned to face the young woman who had said this—it was Hui Feng, the zither-playing girl from the previous floor.
"… Zero? No, no. I'm a big fan, however."
"Ah… I see…" Hui Feng, for some reason, seemed disappointed, and turned away from Xuan, who couldn't help but narrow his eyes a bit.
'She could identify me at a glance…? Luckily, my cultivation is this low right now, so she isn't that suspicious of me… but I still have to get to the bottom of this.'
"Why do you ask?" Xuan continued, striking up the conversation once more. "Are you related to him, by any chance?"
"Related? Well… I wouldn't go as far as to say that, but he is my savior. It's just… he has most likely forgotten about me already, long ago…"
'I'm her… savior?' Xuan pondered for a moment, then decided he still needed more details to recall what happened.
"When was this, exactly?" He asked, careful not to push the edge too much.
