"Who is this person? What is his name?"
"I should remember..."
"But why can’t I recall?"
"Why can’t I recall?!"
"Sun Yi" muttered deliriously, tormented in thought.
He clasped his forehead with both hands, grasping his scalp and scratching fiercely, until blood flowed from his head and his face was torn, yet he remained puzzled and distressed.
A moment later, he slowly stopped.
In his eyes, a glint of cold decisiveness flashed.
With his finger dipped in his own blood, he shakily drew a Formation Pattern on his forehead.
The Formation Pattern was sinister and bright red, not a standard Formation, but a Demon Pattern from the Demon Sect.
Once the Demon Pattern was formed, it seemed to come alive, feeding on Sun Yi’s Blood Qi and Divine Thought.
Sun Yi gritted his teeth as his Blood Qi slowly weakened, but his thoughts became increasingly clear.
The fog shrouding his memories also began to lift.
He finally remembered something.
"There was another... a little disciple..."
"A little disciple..."
"What was his name?"
"Sun Yi" wore an expression of pain as if enduring great torture, and finally piece by piece, he remembered:
"Mo..."
"Mo... Hua!"
Mo Hua!
"Sun Yi’s" eyes first showed excitement, then confusion.
"Why?"
"Why was this name hidden so deep?"
"Who exactly is this child?"
In Sun Yi’s memories, the image of a smiling face surfaced.
It was the smile of a little Cultivator, about ten years old.
Innocent and naive, yet also warm and endearing.
Simultaneously, his awareness of Mo Hua began to clarify.
"Qi Refinement, seventh level, a first-rank Formation Master, Foundation Establishment Divine Sense..."
"Sun Yi" trembled inside.
Foundation Establishment Divine Sense?
So that’s how it was...
"With such terrifying talent, no wonder he needed to be hidden away..."
"Sun Yi" sneered, but as he laughed, his smile gradually faded.
"What was I just thinking about?"
"Who erased my memories?"
"Sun Yi" slightly angered, once again endured the intense pain in his Sea of Consciousness and sought the truth he had just forgotten amidst the fog.
He remembered the name Mo Hua once again.
And once again, he saw Mo Hua’s smiling face.
His cognition of Mo Hua once again became clear.
"Qi Refinement, seventh level, Foundation Establishment Divine Sense..."
Before he could react, his memory stuttered, and he lost it again.
"Sun Yi’s" gaze turned sharp.
To have hidden this child so deeply...
My fellow disciple, what exactly are you planning to do?
He tried to think again, to remember.
"Qi Refinement, seventh level, Foundation Establishment Divine Sense..."
But unexpectedly, at this point, his memory was wiped clean.
With every wipe, the memories dimmed; with each dim, more blurriness ensued.