Mantong racked his brains, seemingly trying hard to recall where he had come from.
"The master is a merchant. He's very rich."
"The master gave me the name Mantong, too. He rescued me from outside the city. I heard I was covered in blood back then."
"After he brought me back to the estate, I was assigned to look after the young master's cultivation and daily needs..."
"I don't remember. I don't remember anything else."
As he spoke, the gold in Mantong's pupils suddenly dissipated.
His conversation with Tongtian broke off as well, and he could no longer hear Tongtian's voice.
Mantong abruptly rose, looking around in alarm.
"Immortal, where are you?"
"Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion, immortal, puppet body..."
"What on earth is going on?"
All those baffling questions surfaced in Mantong's mind, making him increasingly agitated. A mysterious glow even began to shimmer faintly over his body!
Just then, the youth cultivating nearby noticed something wrong with Mantong and hurried over anxiously.
"Mantong, what's wrong?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Hearing the youth's voice, Mantong's aura gradually settled, but he merely shook his head, looking utterly lost.
"I forgot..."
The youth sighed at the sight.
"Again? Ever since you came to my home, you've been forgetting things all the time."
"It looks like I really ought to find someone to give you a proper examination when I get the chance."
Mantong scratched his head sheepishly, looking thoroughly simple and honest instead.
"I'm fine. You should get back to cultivating, young master."
"If the mistress finds out, she'll scold you again."
The youth snorted.
"You certainly remember everything about that bitch clearly enough!"
"Remember this: once I'm strong enough, I'll definitely kill that bitch. She's only after my Tong Family's wealth!"
With that, the youth returned to the courtyard, sword in hand,