Gu Zhiqi’s thoughts coincided with Y’s; she also didn’t think that such a weakling as Y would provoke an Eighth Order Mystic Master to act against him.
"The flower inside him must have a different origin."
"Ah? Oh, right, right." Y said, and straight away extended his hand towards Gu Zhiqi.
Before Gu Zhiqi’s fingers even touched it, a handkerchief was placed over Y’s wrist.
Glancing sideways, a puzzled yet blank look appeared on his face as he turned towards the person who had draped the handkerchief over his wrist.
"Men and women shouldn’t touch hands." After laying the handkerchief, Gu Yuluo slowly uttered this phrase while gazing at Y.
The little girl was beautiful, always coveted by others.
When she was younger, she had taken the pulse of a bratty boy, who then demanded that she take responsibility because she had touched his wrist, crying and making a fuss about it.
In the end, it wasn’t until she had given the bratty boy a thorough beating that he finally behaved himself.
Since then, the little girl would always use a handkerchief when taking the pulse of a man, but now...
Sigh~ she really must have lost her memory.
It seems that in matters such as using a handkerchief, it was up to her diligent sister to intervene.
Watching Gu Yuluo’s movements, Gu Zhiqi, who had been reaching into her pocket for a tissue, paused, turned her head slightly, and gave Gu Yuluo a curious glance.
After a moment, she averted her gaze and nonchalantly placed her fingers on Y’s wrist over the handkerchief.
"Zhizhi, don’t you think that the third sister of the Gu Family has a strange attitude towards you?" Chubby Chiu spoke up in Gu Zhiqi’s mind.
"Hmm?" Gu Zhiqi hummed faintly in response.
"In some ways, she seems to know you very well." Chubby Chiu’s tone carried a hint of confusion.
When it came to Gu Zhiqi’s habits, Chubby Chiu knew them better than anyone.
Gu Zhiqi didn’t like close contact with men, and during her time on Aquamarine Star, she always laid a handkerchief or tissue on the wrists of unfamiliar men when taking their pulses.
"It must be a coincidence, perhaps it was also the original host’s habit."
Gu Zhiqi seemed well aware of what Chubby Chiu was getting at and replied indifferently.
However, neither Chubby Chiu nor Gu Zhiqi herself really believed it was just a coincidence.
Once or twice could be coincidental, but this was... too many coincidences.
Usually, Gu Zhiqi didn’t take long to examine someone, but this time, she unexpectedly spent a lengthy period doing so, and her expression was somewhat complex.
Seeing Gu Zhiqi’s countenance, Gu Yuluo knew that Y’s condition was not simple.
"Master, what’s the matter? Am I beyond help?" Like Gu Yuluo, Y looked at Gu Zhiqi with teary eyes, speaking up.
The Shadow Technique was too terrifying. When Y learned that a Shadow Flower had been planted inside him, he felt as if one foot was already in the coffin.
Now, looking at Gu Zhiqi’s expression, he had the sinking feeling that his other foot was about to follow.
Gu Zhiqi, hearing Y’s voice, came back to her senses.
She lifted her finger from Y’s wrist and said unhurriedly, "The flower inside you wasn’t planted by anyone."
Could it be that it grew on its own?
"It’s likely inherited from one of your parents."
Now Y was utterly confused.
No way, no way, could such a thing be inherited?
Gu Zhiqi stopped speaking and slightly lowered her gaze, looking weary and with an obscure light in her eyes.
The method used to plant the citrus smoke within Y was almost identical to hers.
If she hadn’t planted citrus smoke in anyone else in this world, she would have doubted whether it was her own doing.
However, this planting technique wasn’t unique to her; she had taught it to her fellow sect brothers and sisters as well.
It couldn’t be that a sect brother or sister had also traveled to this world, could it?
Or is it that, by some chance, a Mystic Master in this world happened to create a technique identical to hers?