"Ah." Dai Mubai let out a heavy sigh and patted Oscar on the shoulder, his tone solemn. "Xiao Ao, I understand your concerns."
"But right now, the most important thing isn't Rongrong and the others. It's... Xiao San!"
His gaze swept over Ma Hongjun and Oscar, his expression grave. "Don't forget, the divine positions we're all destined for are inextricably linked to Xiao San."
"He's the core of us all, our guide."
"Whether he's recovered his memories is of the utmost importance!"
"If he has, we can save ourselves countless hours of trial and error, avoid the pitfalls we already know about, and even plan ahead to seize the initiative!"
"But if he hasn't..." Dai Mubai didn't finish, but the deep worry in his eyes said it all.
"Exactly!" Ma Hongjun wholeheartedly agreed with Dai Mubai, nodding vigorously. "Third Brother lost too much this time! His External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, was forcibly ripped out by that bastard Zhao Linchuan!"
"Not only that, he even 'forced' some damn thousand-year-old torso bone on him!"
"Can you just fuse with a Soul Bone whenever you feel like it? And in the most important part of the body, too!"
"That's practically cost Third Brother half his growth potential and one of his most important trump cards for the future!"
He paused, his voice tinged with fear. "And... Xiao Wu was tricked away by that bastard, too!"
"Think about it. Without the Eight Spider Lances, how's Third Brother supposed to... draw Soul Power from that Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and pour it into us?"
"Without Xiao Wu's sacrifice, how can Third Brother achieve the coexistence of two gods?"
"Without two gods coexisting, how are we supposed to stand against Spirit Hall, with its Angel God and Rakshasa God?!"
Those words washed