Lin Qiao tiptoed out of the room.
She wanted to check on Luo Nanchen's current condition and had no desire to read her own boring life story at all.
Moreover, the account of her life was so insipid that it failed to arouse any interest.
Outside the room, there was only an empty corridor leading to an unknown destination.
But Lin Qiao didn't hesitate. Instead, she was glad. Her luck had never been good. If she had to choose which way to go on her own, things might go wrong.
Lin Qiao quickly ran in the only available direction.
As she ran, Lin Qiao noticed that her body was still floating in the air. Her legs weren't exerting any force. She could move freely, actually controlling her body with her will.
Moreover, she felt completely at ease without any discomfort, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
It was the same in the illusion last time.
Lin Qiao became increasingly suspicious of the situation.
After walking along the corridor, Lin Qiao suddenly heard a voice saying, "Is the matter settled?"
Another voice replied, "Although the 'life - death bond' has been broken, the Demon Lord is a madman. After the Goddess Qinglin returned, he committed suicide."
"Suicide? I really underestimated Feng Moli."
... Feng Moli?
Lin Qiao frowned. She had heard this name several times. Was it related to her?
"Your Excellency, it's better not to meddle in the affairs between the Demon Lord and the Goddess Qinglin. Otherwise, they might come after you for trouble once they retrieve their memories..."
"I just can't stand it! Why? Why should that bitch Qinglin live such a good life?!"
Qinglin... Who was she?
This was the first time Lin Qiao had heard this name. She was about to get closer to listen when, unexpectedly...
An old man was tiptoeing up from behind her. Holding a thick book in his hand, he was about to strike Lin Qiao on the back of her head.
Lin Qiao quickly sensed something was wrong and nimbly dodged. "Damn it! Who are you? Attempted murder?!"
The old man was stunned for a moment and quickly put the book away. "Goddess Qinglin?"
Lin Qiao was even more dumbfounded. "Qing... Lin... God... dess?"
...
After a two - second stare - off with the old man, Lin Qiao figured out her current situation in her mind.
First, she didn't know where she was.
Second, although the person who brought her here claimed to be the White Impermanence, no one knew if it was really the White Impermanence.
Third, the conversation she had been eavesdropping on ended abruptly. She didn't know who Feng Moli was, let alone who the Goddess Qinglin was.
Hearing the commotion here, the two people who had been whispering quickly disappeared.
Fourth, this old man seemed to want to kill her.
Fifth, this old man seemed to want to kill her.
Sixth, this old man seemed to want to kill her.
Seventh, this old man...
Lin Qiao was a strange person, especially vengeful, but for rather odd reasons. For example, this old man had wanted to kill her.
But even stranger was that the moment the old man saw Lin Qiao's face, his expression changed. The vigilant and fierce look just now turned into one of surprise.
Especially, the old man called her the Goddess Qinglin.
"Goddess Qinglin, when did you come back? Why wasn't I informed? Those little brats are really getting bold. It's driving me crazy..."
Lin Qiao didn't understand what the old man was saying, but she saw that the book the old man was holding was titled *The Complete Collection of Heart - wrenching Stories of Mortal Reincarnation* (Intermediate Version).
Lin Qiao: "..."
This book was quite considerate, with an intermediate - version reminder, probably to prevent people from being overwhelmed by the heart - wrenching stories.
The old man seemed to respect her. "Goddess, are you going to the next reincarnation now or retrieve your memories first?"
... What did it mean to retrieve memories?
Did it mean that she was more than just Lin Qiao?
Did it mean that she might really be that so - called Goddess Qinglin?
And that pervert in the illusion had called her Xiaolin...
Lin Qiao felt a bit headache.
"Of course, I'll retrieve my memories first."
...
This memory was truly extremely long.
Lin Qiao was Qinglin.