"So that battle... I deliberately lost? Just to let An Ran leave safely? Just to put on an act?"
The images from his memories made Xuan Yetian's body tremble. He couldn't believe he was capable of doing such a thing.
Because he cultivated the Ice Great Dao, he had always been cold and merciless. That was why everyone feared him: he had no feelings to speak of.
There was no way he would ever hold back!
But that time, he had!
He had done it not only out of respect for his opponent, but also for the sake of that white-clad man. Because of him, Xuan Yetian had felt compassion, and so he had staged his own defeat.
"Why are these memories suddenly surfacing?"
Xuan Yetian grew suspicious, sensing that something was wrong.
Just then, someone appeared.
White clothes, black hair. It was Hua Wuming.
"Senior, still don't understand?" Hua Wuming asked.
"Understand what?" Xuan Yetian stared at Hua Wuming.
Something must have happened after these memories.
But he couldn't remember!
Someone had sealed his memories!
Only now did he realize: he hadn't forgotten some of his memories—they had been sealed!
Who could possibly have sealed his memories?
"You were the one who sealed your own memories, Senior," Hua Wuming said seriously.
"Impossible!" Xuan Yetian immediately denied it. "I'm gravely wounded. Why would I seal my own memories? There'd be no need!"
"Gravely wounded? That was just a performance for yourself and everyone else." Hua Wuming smiled faintly. "The real you left our sect with the Ancestor Master long ago to take care of that important matter."
"What?" Xuan Yetian froze. He wanted to say it was a lie, but Hua Wuming didn't look like he was lying.
"Senior knows that, given your current circumstances, I have no reason to