Although Chongyangzi remembered quite a few things, his mind was still muddled. Yet the first thing he did was search for the female cultivator surnamed Yuan.
She was the person etched most deeply into his memories, the one who had inflicted enormous harm upon him. It was practically a subconscious, instinctive reaction.
Driven by that subconscious reaction, Chongyangzi disregarded the discomfort radiating from his sea of consciousness and soul, immediately searching all around. Yet he found no cultivator who could threaten him.
He was about to head down to the first level of the flying vessel to search when, upon turning around, he saw the short-haired young man covered in blood again.
The other man's face was somewhat pale, his aura extremely unstable, and he was staring at him in horror.
Chongyangzi's vanishing figure halted. He abruptly turned to look at the short-haired young man.
He remembered that this person had been calling out to him just now. But this man was merely a Nascent Soul cultivator—why was he here?
The next instant, he arrived before the short-haired young man. His terrifying speed and expression seemed to startle the young man even further. He repeatedly backed away and said at the same time.
"Senior, I..."
"Who are you? How did you come to be here? Where are the others?"
Before the short-haired young man could finish, Chongyangzi had already fired off one question after another. He restrained the towering killing intent within him. He had actually been plotted against—and even subjected to a Soul Search.
But this short-haired young man had seemed to be calling for him all along, which was why he had not immediately attacked him.
"I... I am Li Yan, a cultivator from a subordinate sect of the Blood Lamp Sect. There... there is no one else