"I remember now." Nan Shunqing nodded.
"Do you know what to do?"
Nan Zhaorong continued.
"Naturally." Nan Shunqing glanced at the purple jade flying disc beneath his feet. A trace of purple spiritual energy swiftly spread from under his feet into the disc.
He was trying to control the disc.
"What are you trying to do?" Nan Zhaorong's brow furrowed.
"I have something to take care of, and I need to return." Nan Shunqing said lightly.
"What else do you have to do? Going back to that small world?" Nan Zhaorong's frown deepened.
"I..." Nan Shunqing hesitated for a moment.
"I still need to go back and say goodbye to my Honored Master."
"Honored Master?
Stop joking around, you just temporarily lost your memory before. Now that your memory is back, even someone randomly picked from the family is much stronger than your Honored Master.
