On the way to Hidden Fog City, Duan Ling Tian heard a voice in his head. "Kid, how long has it been? I see that your soul's almost completely recovered." It was Wang Ba who had spoken.
"My soul's almost recovered?" Duan Ling Tian did not respond to Wang Ba as his eyes lit up. Instead, he asked, "That means… I'll regain all the memories I had lost soon?"
"That's right," Wang Ba said, "Kid, you haven't answered me."
"It's close to one year from the time you told me it would take one year at the most for my memory to return," Duan Ling Tian said.
"Just as I expected," Wang Ba said with pride, "Kid, are you convinced now? In my opinion, it's the dumbest thing you could've done to ask Martial Emperor Ling Xuan for help."
Duan Ling Tian ignored Wang Ba's prideful words.
However, he soon recalled something and could not help but ask, "Bastard… How much do you know about Saint Grade Martial Tactics?"
