He looked down and found a small wooden plaque hanging around his neck, with the name "Jing Chu" written on it.
The moment he saw the name "Jing Chu," his entire body trembled, and a severe pain shot through his head.
A flood of blurred images suddenly rushed into his mind, but they flashed by so quickly that he could only grasp a few.
"So this is my name."
At this moment, he remembered his name was indeed Jing Chu.
He vaguely remembered a very important female had given him this name.
And just by chanting the name Jing Chu, he felt a sense of joy in his heart.
He placed his hand over his chest, where unfamiliar emotions surged.
"Maybe if I find her, I can retrieve my lost memories."
"Perhaps it's because I've slept for too long."
Slept for too long, the memories were lost.
With a flick of his finger, a force instantly smoothed the ground that had just been disturbed by the emerging coffin.
Everything seemed normal again.
