After one cup of wine, Zhu Muchen was already a little dazed.
Mo Hua explained softly, "One class at Void Gate has thousands of junior martial brothers. As their senior martial brother, I'm bound to overlook some things. But forgetting you was my fault. Please forgive me..."
Zhu Muchen thought it over. That did seem fair.
Across Void Gate, Ta'a Gate, and Chongxu Gate, there were so many junior martial brothers, but only one senior martial brother.
His senior martial brother had his own affairs to attend to. How could he remember every last person?
Perhaps it wasn't his fault...
Zhu Muchen nodded.
Mo Hua sighed. "And it's not just you. I'm afraid there are quite a few junior martial brothers I can't remember clearly..."
Zhu Muchen froze. So Senior Martial Brother didn't forget only me. There are plenty of others just like me...
For some reason, that made him feel much better.
His senior martial brother might not have remembered him, but he hadn't remembered plenty of others either!
"But..." Zhu Muchen suddenly recalled something and asked quietly, "Senior Martial Brother, your spiritual sense is very strong, isn't it...?"
Cultivators with powerful spiritual sense usually had excellent memories. They forgot nothing they had seen.
Back at Void Gate, his senior martial brother had been famous for his powerful spiritual sense and his mastery of Array Techniques.
An Array Master with such strong spiritual sense shouldn't forget things so easily.
Mo Hua sighed softly and looked at him. "You know how the best swimmers drown, and the best riders fall?"
Zhu Muchen nodded.
Mo Hua's expression turned grave. "The reason involves certain cultivation traditions I can't discuss with outsiders. But you're my junior martial brother..."
Zhu Muchen's face reddened further. He felt an inexplicable swell of pride.
"My spiritual sense