"Feng Gege~" Jiang Ruoyun stood nervously to one side, her face full of anxiety.
"Don't worry," Hong Cang Zhenren comforted her. "He's fine. That soul power that rushed into his soul sea wasn't particularly harmful."
Shen Tu Jiangshan added, "That should merely be a fragment of memory sealed within this black wood by someone from the past."
Tang Yuan was doubtful. "If it was only a memory, why does Old Lu look so stiff, as though he's lost his soul? With his temperament and experience, what storms and waves hasn't he seen? How could a mere memory leave him like this?"
Shen Tu Jiangshan sighed. "Perhaps he saw something extraordinary within that memory."
As Ru Jijie listened to Shen Tu Jiangshan's words, a trace of astonishment surfaced in her eyes. Judging from the scene the Xinmu Core had revealed, the precious item being passed down was likely not that small, incomplete section of array pattern, but that memory.
She could not help but wonder what kind of memory it concerned, to leave Lu Feng so wooden and soul-stricken.
A long while passed.
More than half an hour went by.
Only then did Lu Feng's complexion gradually improve, and he slowly awoke from that stunned, discomposed state.
Jiang Ruoyun and Tang Yuan watched Lu Feng without blinking. Only when they saw his eyes brighten and regain their focus did they both let out a breath of relief.
Yet at the same time, after Lu Feng opened his eyes, they could not help but feel something.
The wild confidence in Lu Feng's gaze seemed to have been worn away by countless degrees in that instant.
Had he become less confident than before?
Though it lasted only a moment before it recovered.
It still left them deeply shocked. What kind of memory could