After they had talked for a while, Meng Chuan told him a little about his current situation.
He had come here alone, for instance, and now had nowhere to go. He couldn't find his home.
It was all true.
Hearing this, Chu Zhiyuan immediately invited Meng Chuan to his house.
He didn't offer to put him up for the night, but he could at least give him a meal.
Meng Chuan thought it over and agreed.
He had noticed that meeting Chu Zhiyuan and talking with him made the fog obscuring the information in his mind dissipate faster.
Something about him seemed to have stirred it.
They had gone only a few steps when Chu Zhiyuan suddenly stopped. He had remembered something.
Chu Zhiyuan looked back at where Meng Chuan had been standing, then at the spot where he himself had said the words about being under a spell.
"Old Meng, you heard what I said from all the way over there?" It had only just dawned on Chu Zhiyuan, and he was shaken.
The distance was nearly a hundred meters. How had this man heard him speaking so quietly?
"How could you hear me from that far away?"
Meng Chuan considered for a moment. "Would you believe me if I said I was born this way?"
"As far back as I can remember, I've been different from ordinary people. I have a few unusual abilities."
Chu Zhiyuan was amazed. "What sort of abilities?"
Tales of extraordinary people had circulated since ancient times, and strange changes had taken place in this world.
It wasn't hard to accept that Meng Chuan might have something special about him.
Even in a world truly devoid of magic, some people still surpassed the ordinary in ways others couldn't understand.
"The simplest ones? I can