"Oh? Senior, could there be a misunderstanding?"
Li Chang'an feigned surprise.
A look of confusion surfaced on his face at just the right moment.
"Senior, I don't know you, and I certainly don't know your disciple."
"Hmph! Still trying to deny it?"
Chu Xiong was beside himself with fury, his face beet red.
With a flick of his wrist, he produced a translucent Crystal Stone.
"A Memory Stone?"
Li Chang'an's gaze hardened as he stared at the Crystal Stone.
Such Treasures are exceedingly rare and can record past events.
The Crystal Stone flashed, emitting faint fluctuations of Spiritual Power. Blurry images began to form within it, and faint sounds could just be heard.
Gradually, the image sharpened, and the sounds grew more distinct.
The scene showed a mountain forest.
In it was a stoutly built young man.
His face was pale and his body was covered in injuries. Blood stained the front of his robes as he leaned against a large tree.
"Who are you?"
