Gu Zhaoxi remembered the Upper Realm and many things, but he had forgotten the most crucial memories.
So when he arrived at the Eternal Sect, everything felt somewhat familiar, yet no matter how hard he thought, he could not remember.
I've been here.
Gu Zhaoxi had always believed that.
Sure enough, when he saw his own grave and the exquisitely crafted chains, the memories sealed deep within his Sea of Consciousness surged forth.
What did this prove?
The best cure for amnesia was still taking the patient back to familiar old places!
Gu Zhaoxi stood up and said, "No wonder it felt so familiar. So I was once an elder of the Eternal Sect in my previous life!"
"But..."
He said blankly, "How did I join? And how did I die?"
This fellow remembered that he had once served as an elder in the Eternal Sect in his previous life. As for how he had entered the sect and how he had kicked the bucket, he still had not recalled those things. It seemed he needed someone's professional treatment before he could fully recover.
"Gouwa."
"Dinner's ready."
Gu's Mother's voice rang beside his ear.
Gu Zhaoxi stopped pondering and headed for the Canteen.
With most of his memories restored, he was utterly familiar with the route, and it increasingly felt like home.
The Manchu Han Imperial Feast was served.
Its radiance shot in all directions, with the effects cranked to the max.
Jun Changxiao said rather humbly, "Just plain fare. Please excuse it."
"..."
The Gu Couple wore wonderfully complicated expressions.
Ever since the two had secluded themselves in the mortal world, they had never again seen such a lavish banquet.
"Please."
"Please."
The moment the words fell, Gu Zhaoxi began eating without ceremony, his little appearance exceptionally comical.