All Is Ready

What exactly had the pangolin said?!

Shi Tiexin desperately wanted the answer now, even if it meant facing Old Jia's doubts and suspicions.

After all, what normal person lost their memory?

What, did he think he was Zhang Wuji? Getting beaten half to death by Xuanming Elders and learning Taiji Fist move by move through amnesia? Generally speaking, amnesia was an excuse used by transmigrators and impostors.

The moment he brought up amnesia, Shi Tiexin could already foresee Old Jia's reaction.

Yet Old Jia looked positively overjoyed. "Good that you forgot, good that you forgot! I don't know the exact details of your situation. I only know that being able to forget everything is a sign of extraordinary talent."

"Uh?"

Old Jia stressed, "I can't tell you. You'll have to remember it all yourself. The day you remember it on your own, you'll officially join the Third Frontline."

"Don't be like that!" Shi Tiexin hurriedly stopped Old Jia. "Tell me something, will you? Even if you can't mention my specific mission, can you at least tell me about the organization?"

Old Jia was adamant. "I really can't. If I tell you, you'll never have the chance to break through that barrier yourself."

"With things as tense as they are now, I don't even know what my mission is. Aren't you afraid I'll hold things up and harm the interests of the motherland and its people? As for some barrier or other, if I can't break through it, then so be it. I carry the world in my heart—I can afford to take this small loss." Shi Tiexin spoke with righteous solemnity.

Old Jia twisted around and patted Shi Tiexin on the shoulder. "It's fine. I think you're doing quite well right now. You completely meet the organization's expectations for you—no,