Chapter 60: Green Scales

It is unknown how much time had passed, but Qing Lin finally grasped that point of warm light—

"Ah!"

She opened her eyes abruptly, only then realizing that the so-called "light" was the campfire burning brightly before her.

So it was just a dream... Qing Lin felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, yet she could not remember a thing.

Everything in the dream was like foam, quietly shattering before the burning campfire, turning into a line of clear tears bidding farewell to the past.

Feng Zi was roasting meat by the fire; as a Martial Master, he naturally sensed the movement beside him and said casually, "You're awake?"

As he spoke, he conveniently stuck the roasted meat into the ground beside him and turned to look at the woman, happening to see the tears at the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong? Did you recall something sad?" Seeing this, Feng Zi blinked in great confusion and asked subconsciously.

After saying this, he took a handkerchief from his pack and handed it out: "Forget it, those things aren't important; wipe away your tears first."

"Oh, th-thank you..." Qing Lin took the handkerchief subconsciously, her eyes filled with bewilderment:

Strange, she seemed to have had a dream, and the content of the dream seemed very important, yet she could not remember any of it.

Huh... who exactly was she? What was she supposed to do? Why was she here?

But no matter how she thought, she could not recall these most important matters.

Feng Zi looked at the silent woman beside him, thinking she was feeling unwell, and handed her a piece of roasted meat:

"Your injuries are very severe, and you have only just woken up; don't push yourself too hard, eat something first."

From Feng Zi's perspective, the reason this woman before him was able to crawl back from the gates of death was entirely due to a combination of firm willpower and great fortune.

Yet even so, it had taken her a full five days to finally manage to wake up.

It was only on the third day, after her condition had stabilized, that Feng Zi began hunting in the surrounding mountains and forests, while also gathering information.

Fortunately, this mountain region was so vast that the Martial Artists of Yuanping County still had not found the whereabouts of that tiger spirit.

"Thank you." Qing Lin did not say much, only silently taking the roasted meat Feng Zi handed over and nibbling on it in small bites:

Although she did not know who he was, she instinctively trusted the man before her.

Seeing this woman being so cooperative, Feng Zi's heart also relaxed quite a bit—a good start is half the battle, after all.

He bit into the roasted meat in his hand and said, seemingly casually, "My name is Feng Zi; may I ask for the young lady's name?"

To be honest, Feng Zi did not know which nerve in his brain had misfired for him to actually choose to tell a stranger his real name.

If it were any other day, he would surely have given himself a hard slap in the face.

Of course, this was absolutely not because he saw her beauty and lost all sense of caution.

The reason Feng Zi decided this was still because of that very unreasonable logic—his intuition told him he should be sincere toward this woman.

Upon hearing Feng Zi's question, Qing Lin paused for a moment before answering with uncertainty: "I... my name should be Qing Lin."

Regarding this strange answer, Feng Zi subconsciously raised his eyebrows, feeling very strange in his heart:

"Should be," what does that mean? Is there someone who doesn't know their own name?

Even if the other party wanted to lie, it was impossible to use such a bizarre excuse.

Qing Lin was afraid of being misunderstood and added subconsciously: "I don't remember anything... I only remember the name 'Qing Lin'."

Amnesia? Feng Zi frowned slightly, yet he did not doubt this explanation:

Qing Lin—let's assume this woman is named "Qing Lin"—had suffered very heavy injuries; even surviving was no easy feat.

If she had lost her memory because of this, while it sounded full of coincidences, it was also reasonable.

What truly made Feng Zi frown was, if Qing Lin had already lost her memory, how should he settle her?

Before Feng Zi could think of an answer to this question, he saw that Qing Lin had already finished the roasted meat in her hand and was looking at him expectantly.

This caught him somewhat off guard—her waist looked so slender, yet her appetite was not small.

Seeing this, Feng Zi could not help but laugh, gesturing for her to sit beside him: "If you want to eat, then eat; I'm not so stingy that I can't even afford to treat you to a meal."

Hearing this, Qing Lin's eyes lit up, and she sat beside him, picked up a piece of roasted meat, and continued to devour it with an elegant posture.

Looking at the woman beside him, Feng Zi made up his mind and asked: "Miss Qing Lin, do you have any plans for now?"

Upon hearing this, Qing Lin could not help but put down the food in her hand, a layer of gloom creeping into her eyes:

"I... I don't know, I don't remember anything, and I don't know what I should do."

Looking at the bewildered and helpless Qing Lin, Feng Zi could not help but feel a pang in his heart—he seemed to see his former self, that self who had just been reborn into this world and was at a loss!

So he let out a long sigh and asked: "Then, do you know how to hunt?"

"Hunt?" Hearing this unfamiliar term, Qing Lin instantly became interested, and the gloom in her eyes was swept away:

"I don't know what hunting is, but I can try!"

Feng Zi nodded with satisfaction and said: "If you don't mind, just travel with me for now; two people traveling together can always help each other out.

"When you recover your memories, you can decide your future arrangements yourself; I will definitely respect your decision.

"Of course, you cannot get something for nothing—tomorrow, we will go hunting together and see if you have a talent for it."

The reason for this arrangement naturally came from Feng Zi's own considerations.

First, and the most important reason, was the factor of time:

To rescue and care for Qing Lin, he had already spent five days.

Over these five days, various parties were still searching for the whereabouts of the tiger spirit and probing each other, so Feng Zi could accept this delay of a few days.

But if he were to send Qing Lin out of the mountains, the round trip would inevitably waste more time.

By then, he feared he would be completely cut off from the opportunity to break through to the Transformation Realm!

Secondly, Feng Zi was "betting," betting that Qing Lin could provide a certain degree of "assistance."

He still clearly remembered that strange sea of flowers when he first encountered Qing Lin—an existence capable of causing such a phenomenon was definitely no ordinary person.

If she still possessed even basic strength, even if she could only exert the strength of an ordinary Martial Artist, it would be excellent.

That would mean that in the subsequent intense competition, Feng Zi would not need to deliberately worry about her safety and could devote himself entirely to his own goal.

Yes, it was called a "gamble," but in a matter as significant as his own breakthrough opportunity, Feng Zi had not actually thought about relying on the power of others:

There was only one thing he worried about, and that was whether he could find a way to make the best of both worlds without disrupting his original plan!