"How is this even possible?" She murmured in disbelief while her evil aura slowly faded away.
"Your level of Kung Fu is spectacular. I finally know why it took Fan Qianshi thousands of years to plot against you, but there is something I still do not quite understand. Back then, your Kung Fu was not this powerful at all!"
Di Fuyi replied, "When I first encountered her, I had not fully regained my strength."
"Her? It was me!" The demon answered with a squeal of disapproval.
"No, you have never been the girl I met," Di Fuyi emphasized once more. "Fan Qianshi placed her memory forcibly into your head in order to increase your grudge against Gu Xijiu. He intended to strengthen your hostility."
The demon was perplexed, for what she thought was hers turned out to be someone else's. Even her memories belonged to someone else. Did anything even belong to her?
