The smile on Zhao's lips deepened slightly, like a fleeting glimmer in the desolate years, but that light quickly sank back into silence.

She looked at Gu Heng, her tone still calm, "You don't need to get answers from me."

"Since you were the one who severed your fate and erased the past, the true answer is likely hidden by your own hand in a place even you cannot easily reach."

Zhao paused slightly, her gaze sweeping over the eight stone statues, as if looking at a history that had crumbled to dust.