I Have Amnesia, I Forgot I Don't Remember

Du Mu guessed that these humans were probably descendants of the criminals imprisoned here years ago. Their ancestors had been trapped in the Eighth City and raised families, only for their children to be born into the lowest rung of existence.

Now that was a hell of a starting point.

Just then, the clatter of chains dragging across the ground came from ahead.

Du Mu turned and saw a large group of demons escorting a long line of people past him.

They were all human, dressed in all sorts of clothes and covered in wounds. Thick iron chains linked them together. Their heads hung low, their faces ashen, as they let the demons drag them along.

Du Mu looked away and asked the one-eyed demon beside him, "Where did these humans come from?"

The one-eyed demon shot him a surprised glance. "You don't know?"

Du Mu lied with a straight face. "To tell you the truth, I accidentally got hit by that mage's amnesia spell outside. I've forgotten everything."

"That explains it."

The one-eyed demon suspected nothing. "They were captured in the Seven Capital Cities of Heaven. Apart from K'un-Lun, our army has conquered every realm in turn and captured six Immortal Weapons."

"They're that wea— I mean, that impressive?"

Du Mu couldn't help exclaiming.

How much time had passed? Yet apart from Danny Rand, the Iron Fist, every other Immortal Weapon had been captured.

He had thought Danny Rand was weak enough. Apparently, every generation produced new underachievers, and there was always a lower low.

Du Mu asked, "Come to think of it, what does Lord Changming want with the Immortal Weapons?"

Since the seven Immortal Weapons were the key to sealing the Eighth City, wouldn't killing them solve the problem once and for all? There was no need