Amidst the flickering candlelight, he began recalling some memories.
And he seemed to be searching for something in those memories.
"Thick Earth Formation..."
"Ultimate Formation of the Earth Sect, first grade with eleven patterns, such a fine piece to end up here..."
"Mr. Zhuang..."
"My... dear junior brother..."
"Barely breathing, looks like the wound won’t heal..."
"Ah, Old Kui is also here..."
"Took a disciple? That doesn’t seem like you."
"Bai... Bai... my sister’s child?"
"Still clinging to the past."
"What are you doing here?"
"To draw the Thick Earth Formation?"
"Meddling in affairs that are none of your business..."
"Is that all?"
"Sun Yi" muttered to himself as he pondered.
Suddenly, he paused, murmuring,
"No, this isn’t right, I’ve forgotten something..."
"It’s not that I’ve forgotten, it’s that someone doesn’t want me to know..."
"What did I forget?"
Sun Yi began scratching his head in torment, then suddenly remembered:
"There was another disciple? Another disciple?"
"How could there be another disciple?"
"Who is it?"
"Why can’t I remember?"