The scorching sun beat down fiercely, yet Ye Feng standing outside the hospital felt as if his body had plunged into an ice cellar, the cold piercing to the bone.
Liu Feifei's amnesia had dealt him a severe blow.
Especially the scene when Liu Feifei asked him to leave, it gave him a sense of heart-wrenching despair.
"Elder Du, do you know where the Earth Spirit Sect is?"
After roaming the streets for quite some time, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, Ye Feng took out his phone and dialed the number of the Ghost Market Master, Du Zhong.
"Ye Feng? You're still alive! That's great!"
Upon hearing Ye Feng's voice, Du Zhong was overjoyed, barely believing his ears. After expressing his disbelief, he then asked in astonishment, "You know about the Earth Spirit Sect?"
"They've harmed a dear friend of mine, causing her to lose her memories of me. I want to go to the Earth Spirit Sect to demand an explanation," Ye Feng calmly nodded and said.
