Chapter 117.2 : Who Are You? (Part 2)
Already confident to begin with, and now aided by the diary replica, Luo Huangjun was in no hurry at all.
She began to wait calmly, curious to see what tricks this Heart-Questioning Tribulation intended to use against her.
In any case, no matter how long she remained within this tribulation, to the outside world it would amount to no more than the blink of an eye—there was no delay to worry about.
She didn't have to wait long.
The gray, mist-shrouded world began to change.
Countless strands of gray fog gathered together, eventually condensing into a humanoid shape. As the mist dispersed, the figure revealed its true form—
A young man's face that Luo Huangjun found utterly unfamiliar.
Her confusion deepened.
What was the meaning of this?
Earlier, she had even anticipated that a very familiar face might appear. She had gone so far as to speculate whether the gray mist would transform into Chu Ge's appearance.
If that were the case—facing the visage of the person she loved—
even knowing it was merely the Heart-Questioning Tribulation at work, Luo Huangjun might truly have hesitated for a moment before taking action.
But the person before her now…
She searched through her memories and found not the slightest trace of him.
As the youth formed from the gray mist slowly opened his eyes, emotions soon appeared on his previously expressionless face.
It was as though he had awakened from a state of deathly stillness, as if a soul had been poured into him.
In the next instant, anxiety flashed across his face as he shouted toward Luo Huangjun:
"Master, go quickly! I'll help you hold this person off!"
As he shouted, blood strangely spread across his face.
At least, to Luo Huangjun, it was extremely bizarre.
As for the words he shouted—Luo Huangjun's reaction was simply: ???
Wait—who are you?
She couldn't help muttering inwardly, then spoke aloud:
"Who are you?"
As soon as those words fell, Luo Huangjun could clearly see the young man's expression stiffen for a moment.
It was like he had suddenly crashed or frozen—though it lasted only an instant.
Then the anxious look returned to his face.
"Master, I am ***! Your disciple! Could it be that due to cultivation issues, you've even forgotten me?!"
"There's no time to explain! You currently have no cultivation at all—leave this place to your disciple. You must go quickly!"
Now Luo Huangjun finally understood what kind of farce this Heart-Questioning Tribulation was trying to pull.
So it was playing the tragic farewell between master and disciple routine with her.
Only, because of the stranger's unfamiliar face—and the diary replica actively exerting its influence—she never sank into any illusory scenario.
Thus, in Luo Huangjun's eyes, the entire scene was both eerie and awkward.
It was like watching someone with extremely poor acting skills display what they themselves believed to be masterful performance.
What truly piqued her curiosity, however, was why the person before her was not Chu Ge, but instead a face she had never seen before.
Although she hadn't heard clearly—or rather, the name had been deliberately obscured—
when the youth called out his own name earlier, it was clearly three characters, not two.
That alone made his identity worth pondering.
First of all, she currently had only three disciples, and among them, only Chu Ge was male.
Moreover, after meeting Chu Ge, Luo Huangjun was certain that she had completely abandoned any intention of taking another male disciple—
in fact, she had even lost the desire to take any more disciples at all.
So then—where did this young man come from?
Ignoring the youth's unceasing shouts entirely, Luo Huangjun instead began thinking deeply within this Heart-Questioning Tribulation.
Very quickly, a conjecture formed in her mind.
She remembered—
Chu Ge did not belong to this world to begin with. He was a transmigrator.
If one were to assume that Chu Ge had never existed, then perhaps…
The person before her now was the one who might have become her disciple instead.