Huangyi asked in surprise, "Master, didn't you come in yourself?"
Zilin Ling frowned and shook her head.
"Is that so..."
Huangyi pondered for a moment, a knowing smile appearing on her face, and said, "Since Master didn't come in herself, it must have been Sister Yiran who summoned Master here."
Zilin Ling was startled again and asked, "And who is Yiran?"
Huangyi said with some excitement, "Master, Sister Yiran is the spirit of the Divine Maiden Hall! It was you who gave her that name!"
Whenever Yiran was mentioned, Huangyi's eyes were filled with admiration.
Zilin Ling rubbed her temples and said, "Hall spirit? Where is she?"
"She's always guarding the Divine Maiden Temple!"
For some reason, Zilin Ling suddenly recalled that sweet voice that had summoned her.
At the same time, a stubborn figure in pink appeared in her mind. She asked, bewildered, "Guarding the Divine Maiden Temple? Why?"
"Because the Divine Maiden Temple is the entrance to the Divine Maiden Hall!"
Without waiting for Zilin Ling to ask further, Huangyi continued, "Sister Yiran said that Master would return sooner or later, and she was afraid Master wouldn't be able to find this place upon her return, so she has been staying at the Divine Maiden Temple, waiting for Master's appearance."
Zilin Ling's heart inexplicably ached, and she asked, "How long has she been waiting?"
"Hmm, I need to calculate. Sister Yiran sends news back once every thousand years. So far, she has sent back ninety-nine messages, and it's been over nine hundred years since the last one."
Huangyi said, counting on her fingers.
By the time she finished speaking, the calculation was complete.
Her nose twitched, and she said, "Master, Sister Yiran is so pitiful. She has been guarding the Divine Maiden Temple alone for a hundred thousand years."
A hundred thousand years!
Zilin Ling was astonished, but more so, her heart ached.
From Huangyi's words, it was clear that the hall spirit, Yiran, was waiting for her.
What kind of belief could make someone endure a hundred thousand years of loneliness and solitude?
It was impossible for Zilin Ling not to be touched.
Although she had lost her previous memories, the feelings buried deep within her soul made her incredibly fortunate.
Zilin Ling longed to know, among the countless people in the vast world, and the myriad souls on the path of reincarnation, how could they be so certain that she was their Master.
"Huangyi, why are you so sure that I am the Master you have been waiting for for a hundred thousand years?"
Huangyi stated with certainty, "Master, does that even need to be asked? Whether it's your appearance, your aura, or that connection of bloodline, you are exactly the same as before."
Zilin Ling felt her mind wasn't quite catching up. If she were truly Huangyi and Yiran's Master, then she must have gone through countless reincarnations. Would her appearance, aura, and bloodline remain unchanged?
Huangyi seemed to sense her confusion and explained, "Master, aura and bloodline are imprinted on the soul. As long as the soul remains the same soul, the aura and bloodline will not change."
Zilin Ling frowned and said, "Don't people get a new body after reincarnation? How can the bloodline not change?"
Huangyi pulled Zilin Ling to sit on a stone stool and continued, "Master is referring to hereditary bloodline, while I am referring to original bloodline. Hereditary bloodline can change due to the parents' bloodline, but the original bloodline is determined at the moment of everyone's birth and is etched deep within the soul."
Zilin Ling rubbed her temples again. These words were so convoluted. What was hereditary bloodline? What was original bloodline? It was making her head spin.
Seeing Zilin Ling's expression, Huangyi knew she hadn't understood. She sighed and said, "Master, let's have some tea first, and then Huangyi will explain slowly."
Saying that, she pointed her finger at the tray and teacups on the ground. Those items floated up and landed steadily on the stone table.
Then, she formed a hand seal, and a large pot appeared on the stone table.
Huangyi placed the teapot and teacups into the pot, poured in clear water, and with a thought, a ball of phoenix fire appeared beneath the pot.
In just a moment, the water in the pot began to boil.
Huangyi removed the phoenix fire, took out the teapot and teacups, and with a thought, a pinch of tea leaves appeared in the teapot.
The tea leaves were emerald green, exuding a faint fragrance.
Huangyi formed another hand seal, and a stove and a heating pot appeared on the stone table.
She placed the heating pot over the stove, and with another thought, a plume of phoenix fire appeared in the stove.
Soon, the water in the heating pot was boiled.
Huangyi poured the boiling water from the heating pot into the teapot, covered it, and shook it gently. A rich tea aroma wafted from the teapot.
As she poured the tea from the pot into the teacups and placed them before Zilin Ling, she said, "Master, this is Immortal Tea. Please try it."
Zilin Ling picked up the teacup and brought it to her nose. Immediately, she felt a fragrance entering her body through her nose, giving her already fragile meridians a slight resilience.
This discovery delighted Zilin Ling. She raised the teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.
Seeing her do so, Huangyi smiled and said, "Master, the tea trees for Immortal Tea are watered with Heavenly Spirit Water, and the water used for brewing is morning dew from Bodhi trees. It can nourish the meridians."
Zilin Ling was stunned. She closed her eyes and carefully sensed the changes within her body.
Where the Immortal Tea flowed, the unbroken meridians became tougher, and the broken meridians were slowly repairing themselves.
If the repair speed wasn't so slow, she would have given up on refining Muscle-Sculpting Pills and Marrow-Cleansing Pills.
Only after the effects of this cup of Immortal Tea were fully absorbed did Zilin Ling slowly open her eyes, a look of shock flashing in her eyes.
She did not stint her praise and said, "Excellent tea! Truly worthy of the name Immortal Tea!"
Huangyi smiled, poured another cup of tea for Zilin Ling, and then asked, "Master, do you know of the Ancestral God?"
Zilin Ling shook her head and looked at Huangyi expectantly.
Huangyi organized her thoughts and said, "The Ancestral God was the first deity in this world. She created all living beings, including humans."
Zilin Ling took a sip of the Immortal Tea and said faintly, "And then?"
"When the Ancestral God created the first batch of humans, she bestowed upon them the original bloodline, which was a drop of blood taken from the Ancestral God herself."
Zilin Ling asked with some surprise, "You mean only the first batch of humans has this original bloodline?"
Huangyi nodded and said, "There were only nine of this first batch of humans, known as the Guardians of Humanity. And Master is one of the Guardians."
Zilin Ling recalled the image that had appeared in her mind earlier and suddenly said, "Since you say I am your Master, do you know my name?"
"Master, Huangyi naturally knows! Master's given name is Feng Liqi."