[Blade sets the bottle of wine down. He doesn't move to drink just yet. After a moment, he takes his phone out of his back pocket and sets it on the table.]

My memory is unreliable. It was that way in my past life, though for a different reason. [The mara. Though that's the demon's name, too, and he's avoided using it in case he invoked something he couldn't undo.] ... So I decided to read my record, rather than dealing with the beast interfering.

[He picks up the cup and looks down at the clear wine in it.]

What do you recall of the Xianzhou?