Moments later, Lin Wan’er saw a tall, slender middle-aged beauty with a stunning appearance laced with abundant heroic spirit stride in.
The people following behind her were all known to Lin Wan’er.
One was Tang Sihai, the longtime chief steward of the Ye family;
One was the fake abbess she had seen that day at Qingzhao Nunnery;
One was the renowned young Buddhist scholar, Master Jingqing.
So, who was this beautiful woman?
Lin Wan’er felt that the other woman seemed somewhat familiar, but at first glance, she could not recall from where.
Living too long had many advantages, but also disadvantages. Besides more worries, the sheer number of people she had seen or heard about in her life tested her memory sorely.
An ordinary person lives for a few decades, and even if exceptionally sociable, truly knows only a few thousand people; those afraid of socialising know even fewer.
Lin Wan’er, starting from her teens, had constantly changed locations and identities, meeting batch after batch of people. Her timeline spanned over three hundred years, and the faces in her memory bank were countless.
As for An Chengxi, to her, she was not someone she had truly interacted with, only indirectly or passively glimpsed some related introductions, so for the moment, she could not match her up.
When An Chengxi learned of Lin Wan’er, Ye Chen was still living in the Jinling Welfare Institute. From some dissenting voices within the Po Qing Society, she had obtained many secrets of the Po Qing Society, including Lin Wan’er, who Wu Feiyan had long listed as her top kill target.
However, she had not known what Lin Wan’er looked like before. It was only when Lin Wan’er appeared by Ye Chen’s side that she noticed this special girl.
But initially, she did not dare confirm it. Only later, when Lin Wan’er accompanied Ye Chen to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, did she truly ascertain that this little girl was the Lin Wan’er whom Wu Feiyan had sought for over three hundred years.
Although she had seen Lin Wan’er’s photos and video footage just a while ago, now truly facing Lin Wan’er in person, An Chengxi inexplicably felt, from this woman who appeared as a young girl, a powerful pressure and aura.
She knew she could not be misled by Lin Wan’er’s appearance. A frail woman who looked only sixteen or seventeen, surviving nearly four hundred years unscathed under Wu Feiyan’s relentless pursuit in the unpredictable and perilous near-modern era, was absolutely an extraordinary woman.
When An Chengxi reached Lin Wan’er, Lin Wan’er looked at her with a smile on her face. Though she had questions in her heart, she did not speak first. Instead, she pointed to the cushion opposite and made a gesture of invitation.
Facing the invitation, An Chengxi returned the smile. She did not sit immediately, but opened her mouth with great respect: “Senior Lin, it is our first meeting. Allow this junior to introduce myself. This junior is named An Chengxi, and I am Ye Chen’s mother.”
Upon hearing the three words An Chengxi, ripples faintly appeared on Lin Wan’er’s otherwise calm face like a still pond.
She was indeed shocked in her heart, yet the shock did not last long.
The longer one lives, the more one sees.
And the more one sees, the fewer things can disturb her Dao heart.
To Lin Wan’er, let alone An Chengxi still being alive, even if two living dinosaurs popped out somewhere tomorrow, she would not find it incomprehensible.
For she believed the most incomprehensible person in this world was herself.
Thus, she smiled faintly, nodding slightly as she said: “So it is Madam Ye. Then everything makes sense. Please, sit quickly.”
An Chengxi nodded, her expression respectful as she sat cross-legged before her.
Two women of unparalleled intelligence sat facing each other for the first time.
