"Brother Lu, before my father found me, you must have known me, right? Otherwise, why would we be cultivating the same technique?" Ye Ziyu asked urgently. "What was I like before?"
"What happens when you try to recall the past?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"My head still feels like it's splitting apart. When the pain becomes unbearable, I force myself to stop. But sometimes I still find myself thinking about it without meaning to." Ye Ziyu's expression darkened.
"Of course we knew each other before. Don't ask for the details. You must have been afflicted by some kind of restriction, and with my current cultivation, I can't undo it. Perhaps one day, when your cultivation reaches a certain level, the restriction will resolve itself." Lu Xiaotian hesitated before answering.
"Who is Xiao Qiao? Or was that my old name? Were we in the same sect before, Brother Lu? Where were we?" When Lu Xiaotian nodded, Ye Ziyu's eyes lit up. Ignoring what Lu Xiaotian had said, she fired off several questions in a row. At the same time, she couldn't help trying to piece together her former life. But as soon as she made a serious effort to remember, the tearing pain in her mind surged in like a tide. Ye Ziyu groaned, her body swaying in midair, and nearly lost her balance.
"Don't ask any more. When the time comes, you'll know." Lu Xiaotian had no good way to help her with her current condition. He could only look for ancient texts about memory loss later, or wait until his cultivation was sufficient. There was nothing else he could do. This wasn't an ordinary problem; something was wrong with her sea of consciousness, and worrying wouldn't help.
"I understand." After a moment, Ye Ziyu's expression improved. She stuck out her