TSFLIP Chapter 654

Feng Guang’s face was expressionless. “And who’s this flashy guy?”

“You little brat, still pretending you don’t know me?” The man—none other than Lord Ziwei—rapped Feng Guang lightly on the head. Of course, he didn’t hit hard. Then, with a playful flutter of his eyes, he said, “What, has it been so long that I’ve gotten younger and you can’t recognize me?”

Feng Guang rolled her eyes, still holding her head. Ziwei Zhenjun, as people called him, was said to hold a rather high status in the cultivation world. Every time he appeared, he had a different face, so nobody knew what he truly looked like—or how old he was. Not that it mattered; at his level of cultivation, age was nothing but a passing cloud. Which successful cultivator wasn’t already a few hundred years old?

Lv Meng asked, “Big Cutie, are you still feeling unwell? I can get my dad to arrange a few more expert consultations for you.”

“No… I’m fine now.”

“Of course she’s fine,” Ziwei Zhenjun said lazily, admiring his freshly manicured nails. “I called back her two lost souls and six wandering spirits. If she were still unwell, that would be the strange part.”

“Two souls and six spirits?” Feng Guang asked.

Xia Yanyu explained, “After you fell from that tall building, you wouldn’t wake up. Master said you’d already had an out-of-body experience once before, so this time your two souls and six spirits were scattered. He set up a formation to summon your missing souls back.”

But the moment Feng Guang heard that, she yanked a pillow and hurled it at Ziwei Zhenjun. “I was in the underworld having a perfectly good romance! Why did you have to drag me back?!”

“What, what, what? Did I hear that right?” Ziwei Zhenjun dug at his ear. “You said you were having a romance… in the underworld? With a ghost?”

“You’re the one who’d date a ghost!”

“Hmm… let me see…” Ziwei Zhenjun studied her face closely, then narrowed his eyes, pinched his fingers in calculation, and froze.

Xia Yanyu asked, “Master, what’s wrong?”

“Something’s not right!” Ziwei Zhenjun shouted, unusually losing his composure. “Feng Guang, you were supposed to have a fate with no romantic outcome at all. How is it that your Hongluan star has suddenly been stirred?!”

Feng Guang pouted. “Didn’t you say my love fate couldn’t be calculated, that I’d have to find it on my own?”

“That was just me trying to comfort you. You believed it?!”

“…Huh?”

“My readings are never wrong. In both your past life and your present one, your romances have no ending. So how did losing your two souls and six spirits this one time make your destined true love suddenly appear?”

Lv Meng rolled her eyes. “So basically, you were wrong.”

“How could I possibly be wrong?! Five hundred years ago, I got drunk at the Matchmaker Temple and accidentally tore the East Sea Dragon Girl’s red string of fate, making it so she’d never have a successful romance in any lifetime. How could Feng Guang possibly have a so-called destined true love?!”

Feng Guang stared at him, expression flat. “You… tore… a red string of fate?”

Ziwei Zhenjun clapped a hand over his mouth. Oops. He’d said too much. Back then, invited by the Matchmaker himself, he had gotten so drunk that his brain must have short-circuited. He’d announced he wanted to pull a string to knit a sweater—and the string he pulled just happened to be the Dragon Girl’s red string. The peachwood plaque engraved with her name had fallen to the ground and shattered, which meant she’d never, for all eternity, have a romance.

To this day, the door of the Matchmaker Temple still bears a sign reading: Howling Celestial Dog and Ziwei Zhenjun Forbidden Entry.

Before Ziwei Zhenjun could recover from his shock, a cold voice came from outside the door.

“What did you just say?”

Everyone turned toward the door. It was Jun Yu.

He fixed Ziwei Zhenjun with a frosty stare. “Who did you just say Xia Feng Guang was in her past life?”