"Who was this person? What was his name?"
"I should remember..."
"But why can't I remember?"
"Why can't I remember?!"
"Sun Yi" muttered madly to himself, racking his brains in agony.
He clutched his head in both hands, clawing at his scalp and tearing at it desperately until he scratched his head bloody and ripped the skin from his face, yet still could not think it through.
After a moment, he slowly stopped.
A trace of cold resolve flashed through his eyes.
He dipped a finger in his own blood and, trembling, drew an Array Pattern upon his forehead.
The Array Pattern was sinister and crimson. It was not a conventional Array Technique, but a Demonic Pattern of the Demon Sect.
Once formed, the Demonic Pattern seemed to come alive, feeding on Sun Yi's blood energy and Divine Thought.
Sun Yi gritted his teeth. His blood energy gradually weakened, but his thoughts slowly became clearer.
The fog shrouding his memories gradually dispersed as well.
At last, he remembered something.
"There was another... little disciple..."
"Little disciple..."
"What was his name?"
Pain twisted "Sun Yi's" face. As though suffering cruel torture, he finally recalled it bit by bit:
"Mo..."
"Mo... Hua!"
Mo Hua!
"Sun Yi's" gaze first lit up with excitement, then filled with confusion.
"Why?"
"Why was this name hidden so deeply?"
"Who exactly was this child?"
A smiling face emerged in Sun Yi's memories.
It was the smiling face of a young cultivator of around ten.
Innocent, pure, warm, and lovable.
At the same time, his understanding of Mo Hua gradually became clear.
"Seventh-Layer Qi Refining, First-Grade Array Master, Foundation Establishment Divine Consciousness..."
"Sun Yi's" heart trembled.
Foundation Establishment Divine Consciousness?
So that was it...
"With talent this terrifying, no wonder he had to be kept hidden..."
"Sun Yi"