"Can't remember?"
Zhou Chen's eyes, hazed by alcohol, instantly cleared as he murmured, "Is it... someone used memory interference techniques on the Third Young Master?"
That Marquis Wucheng is a loyal member of the Royalist Faction, and he has always been at odds with the Prime Minister. With this incident, any instigation would surely intensify the conflict.
However, no sooner had he spoken than Zhou Chen turned his head sharply to look at Sizi Yu, his gaze both strange and astonished:
"That's not right, didn't you just say you were in charge of the Third Young Master's security at that time? He may not remember, but how could you, a Great Grandmaster, also not remember?"
"...."
The bleak wind swept across the sky, making their robes flap noisily.
Sizi Yu calmly met Zhou Chen's gaze for two seconds before gently shaking his head:
"Right, I can't remember either."
"Someone from the Primordial Realm?"
