As the restrictions were lifted, it took Hua Yao a while to recover. The experience was like suddenly discovering one day in college that she was an Old Monster who had cultivated for thousands of years, with memories flooding in that she could hardly bear.

After the original memories merged with those from the environment, Hua Yao looked at Tang Yu with a complex expression and muttered, "Daoist Tang, your illusionary magical treasure is really despicable. If we didn't have a grudge before, I might have actually fallen for you."

"Could it be that I'm the one who genuinely fell for Sister Hua Yao?"

Tang Yu sighed, "This feeling cannot be dispelled; it just moved from my brows to my heart."