Ji Lingruo felt she had a long dream, a dream so real, yet it was not hers.
In the dream, she was called Taisui—
I am Taisui.
But that is not my name. In ancient memories, what did the blurry-faced mother call me?
I struggled to recall, but I couldn't remember. I only remember my young self riding on my father's neck, holding a bamboo dragonfly.
My father held my legs joyfully running in the fields, while my mother chased hard behind. The bamboo dragonfly spun and spun, making me think I was really flying, causing me to emit a laughter like silver bells, thinking there could never be a happier day.
Later, a group of flying immortals visited here. They healed the sick, dispelled evil, and relieved disasters, and the villagers were very grateful to them.
They also said that I was a person of Innate Purity, a seed of a True Immortal, and wanted to lead me into the Immortal Sect.
