Xia Xin silently repeated the name, "Tianxuan... I've never heard Master mention this name before."
Jiangli clicked her tongue, "It's normal that he hasn't mentioned it. After all, it's been so long, and nobody remembers a person forever."
"That's not necessarily true," Xia Xin immediately retorted, "Don't Master and Grandmaster visit our ancestors at Xuanji Mountain every year?"
Jiangli smiled faintly, "That's because I am not dead."
As she spoke, her smile faded.
Indeed.
She was not dead.
But Tianxuan had died.
Although Jiangli still remembered the name, perhaps due to damaged memory, she couldn't recall what Tianxuan's face looked like.
All she knew was that Tianxuan was a child with great aptitude.
He was only fourteen at his death.
