Lu Xuan's memories flickered.
He gradually sank into them, his mind ignoring the outside world as he entered several memories at once.
There was the scene of him cooking over a fire in the Guardian Storage Room as a child. There was the scene of Grandpa Chu taking him home and teaching him to read and write.
There was the memory of riding the bus with Xiaoyan from the Upper City District to the Lower City District, and the image of his Three Masters forging his body within the Origin....
Hmm?
Confusion flickered in Lu Xuan's dazed eyes. 'Something's not right. One of these memories feels out of place. The others are all things I cherish and reminisce about from this life... but I'm not a masochist.'
'Why would I be fondly recalling the agony of my Three Masters forging my body?'
Doubt rose in his heart, but it was quickly suppressed as he sank back into the four scenes, his mind gradually settling.
In a certain Daoist Palace, the Lame Daoist guiltily shrank back.
