That question left all the young people present stunned. A huge question mark slowly floated above Xiao Yan's head.
"...We haven't?"
He asked the question instinctively. In his memory, the coming-of-age ceremony really had taken place not long ago. He clearly remembered the entire clan bustling about in preparation. Even Xiao Yu had made a special trip back from the distant Jia Nan Academy, and he had given Xiao Mei a little taste of humiliation in the Dou Qi Pavilion...
It was not just Xiao Yan. Xiao Ning and his followers looked equally confused. They exchanged glances, finding the same bewilderment in one another's eyes.
Fragments of memory churned through their minds. All of them distinctly "remembered" that ceremony, remembered Sister Xiao Yu appearing in the Martial Arts Arena in her academy uniform, looking valiant and spirited.
Yet when they tried to recall more details, that memory became like distant mountains shrouded in morning mist: they could see the outline, but could not grasp anything solid. Everything was indistinct.
The strangeness of the affair went beyond what the Second Elder could handle. That evening, the Xiao Clan's Council Hall blazed with lights. Everyone had been summoned, and the atmosphere was frighteningly grave.
Xiao Zhan sat in the seat of honor, his expression as dark and still as deep water. He personally questioned dozens of clansmen, then leafed through the clan's records, finally reaching a conclusion that sent a chill down everyone's spine.
"I am certain that the clan's coming-of-age ceremony has not been held ahead of schedule."
Xiao Zhan's voice was low and firm, every word striking at their hearts.
That conclusion detonated like a bomb in the Council Hall. How was that possible? Almost every member of the younger generation possessed that "nonexistent" memory!
One person's memory could be