[MingYu's and PingZe's POV – present time]
The mist curled and coiled around, the ground so soft, steps made no sounds. MingYu called out, but no answer. He had been walking through this empty void for what felt like an eternity, but he never reached the ending or the edge.
Only coldness surrounded him, its lifeless fingers caressing him through the thin fabric of his robes, seeping into his pores until they coiled around his heart and mind like a snake, suffocating him from within.
Ye WeiRu had said his memories would return, but nothing. There was nothing but this endless voice, this emptiness that ate him from within, making his heart turn cold and his mind to turn towards doubt. Where were his memories? The snippets of Wu TianLan's youth still resided in his mind, as clear as if they had happened yesterday, but what happened after ZhiYi left the palace?
