He was an elderly man, probably in his seventies or eighties, with a weathered look and wrinkles on his face.

He was wearing a yellowish beige gown and looked at Quan Jin with a pair of eyes full of age. The old man raised his fingers towards the two guards.

Then he said hoarsely: "Let her in."

The guard tightened his grip on his weapon.

He looked at the old man with disapproving eyes: "But the young master had ordered that no one should be allowed in..."

"Let her in." The old man repeated in an accentuated voice.

The guard bowed his head and retreated: "Yes."

Quan Jin looked at the old man without any change in his expression.

"Girl, come in."

The old man gave Quan Jin half way and smiled kindly.

Quan Jin looked around the villa and accepted the hostile looks from the two guards.

Step by step, I climbed the steps and entered the villa door.

"Bang-"

The door was suddenly closed.

Quan Jin stood three meters away from the entrance, looking at the empty and deserted hall.

Then she saw the old man standing in front of a wall with his back to her, staring at a stone brick.

"Girl, do you still remember me?"

Quan Jin: “I don’t remember.”

"Girl, do you still remember the wedding banquet with Mo Qingtian in Jiangcheng, Huaguo?"

"That was when your soul first awakened in the body of the princess of the Quan family in Jiangcheng, China." The old man's voice was a little erratic, sounding a little ethereal and unreal.

Of course Quan Jin remembers this.

At that time, during the engagement ceremony, Mo Qingtian threatened to break off the engagement and wanted her heart to save a third party.

"How do you know?" Quan Jin asked back, with no hint of surprise in his tone.

The old man turned around slowly.

His body blocked the stone bricks behind him.

He looked at Quan Jin with an affable look: "Because I'm on the second floor of the engagement party, how could I not know?"

"Twenty years later, you still came back to Fengjiang."

"Thirty-five years ago, you told me to wait for you at this place."

Quan Jin: "What are you waiting for me to do?"

The old man turned around and took off the stone bricks behind him.

Because of his age, the old man's hands trembled slightly.

He took out a piece of paper sealed inside the stone brick and presented it to Quan Jin: "This is something you once regarded as a treasure."

"I have kept it here for thirty-five years."

"Now, the property returns to its original owner."

Looking at the piece of paper that the old man was holding tightly, he could vaguely make out the words inside, as if there was a line of teleporting spells.

Quan Jin stretched out his hand halfway and suddenly took it back.

Take two steps back.

Looking at this cold room, he then looked at the old man with strange eyes.

"Girl, why don't you answer?"

"What is this?" Quan Jin asked.

"All the spells and abilities you have ever known. Teleportation; control of time; illusions at the flick of a finger..." The old man was still explaining, talking about things that ordinary people would only dream about.

Quan Jin's steps have already retreated to the gate.

She looked at the thin but heavy piece of paper, and the first thing she wanted to do in her mind was not to accept it.

Rather: "If they were so good, why did I ever throw them away?"

"I don't know either."

"Perhaps there is some unwelcome reason." The old man held his hand up and continued to hand it to Quan Jin.

in this world.

There are no free benefits. Whatever you gain, you will always lose something.

She was able to ruthlessly discard cards and give up these super powerful skills. This proves that the price of obtaining these things will be too high for her to accept.

"Girl, the thing is behind this stone brick."

"If you need it, you can come and get it at any time."

No one can resist this temptation.

But it does not include Quan Jin.

The girl reflected in the old man's pupils.

She opened the door of the villa, turned around and left, saying with absolute coolness: "I won't know what I'm not supposed to know. Why should I ask for what I'm not supposed to get!"

"When people are most ignorant, they live the happiest and happiest lives."

"When the secret is not exposed, you live the most unrestrained life."

"I don't want something that I threw away thirty-five years ago. I don't want to struggle to remember something that I should have forgotten."
Chapter completed!