"To sever one's memories, the first thing is not to go against one's own heart."
"If you deceive your own heart, then even if you sever those memories, habits will cause them to slowly resurface later on. The pain will only double."
"So you can only forget them bit by bit like this."
Wei Sinan let out a sigh.
His words were filled with helplessness.
"So that's how it is."
Hearing the helplessness in his voice, Ye Lin nodded lightly.
Memories could be severed, but habits could not be forgotten.
Habits were deeply etched into the depths of one's heart.
Not just cultivators—even mortals were the same.
Even if a mortal lost his memories, he still could not forget his instinctive habits.
"Sigh."
Turning to glance at the palace behind him, Ye Lin did not know what to say.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, no matter what, I must thank you for this."
"Senior, there is no need to be so polite."
"Hahaha, come, let's go drink."
Wei Sinan laughed heartily and led Ye Lin away.
Their figures flickered endlessly through the void.
"Look, I'm quite fond of drinking myself. I had this tavern built especially for it."
"Inside are fine wines that I painstakingly collected from all over. Every one of them is excellent."
Following Wei Sinan, Ye Lin arrived before a grand building a full hundred zhang tall.
Calling it a building was not quite accurate. More precisely, it was a nine-story tower. Dense lanterns hung all around it, while at its very top hung a plaque bearing a single character: Wine.
Even standing before the tower without stepping inside, Ye Lin could already smell the extraordinarily rich fragrance of wine.
"Come, let's take a look."
Although Ye Lin was not particularly interested in wine, since they were already