Bat Master's current state truly made him unfit for a lengthy discussion, but Madam Harold was asking on Ronan's behalf, with four Extraordinary Species waiting nearby. He could only force himself to rally and try hard to remember.
The problem was that these had originally been dreams and meditative experiences. As he spoke, he gradually drifted into reflection. "Back then, there were tens of thousands of people like this, but only a handful, like me, truly entered cultivation. What asceticism? When you were starving, it was nothing more than a little psychological comfort. I remember that some people even joined Hunger Strike Protests just to make up the numbers. All they wanted afterward was a bit of rations, yet in the end, they still became corpses by the roadside."
As Bat Master spoke, a self-mocking smile appeared on his sallow face. "Perhaps it was precisely because I had such thoughts that I wanted to hold a Blessing Ritual. I never expected such a turn of events."
Ronan smiled as well. "Hunger Strike Protests really are a South Asian Subcontinent tradition, aren't they?"
That remark... Bat Master could only smile bitterly, while the others could not help shooting Ronan sidelong looks.
Ronan asked again, "When was this?"
"The early seventies..."
"I mean, roughly when did you begin remembering these things, Master?"
Bat Master gave it serious thought. "From what I can remember, around late September, Early October."
"Early October?"
This time, Ronan fell silent in thought. Under the gaze of several Extraordinary Species, he spoke again after a few seconds. "So, are these really memories?"
"Huh?" Bat Master truly did not understand this time.
It was not just Bat Master. The others were equally confused.
"I mean, when it comes to events like dying from starvation, do they feel very real