"Yes, I am Jiang Xiaoyu."
Li Muyang, already accustomed to having his identity revealed, felt no psychological pressure to admit it.
His calm acknowledgment, however, took Li Yuechan by surprise.
She hadn't expected her brother to admit it so readily.
After hesitating for several seconds, Li Yuechan's shoulders drooped dejectedly: "...In the fragmented memories of my teacher, I have seen what you looked like ten thousand years ago."
"Although your appearance has completely changed, the temperament, posture, and some habits in every movement are exactly the same."
"Thinking of how you greatly value collecting the statues of Fairy Qinghe, I had my suspicions... Is it really true?"
The young girl obviously only had suspicions, without concrete evidence.
Yet unexpectedly, Li Muyang didn't even try to equivocate, but directly admitted it.
In a somber tone, she said, "Such a big secret, are you sure it's okay to tell me just like that?"
