"Even if you fish from the vast sea, you might catch a peerless genius; there's no such coincidence in the world. That kid Ling Kong is definitely no ordinary person. In my opinion, he must be an heir cultivated by a top-level family. But look, with today's advanced communications and news spreading to the world's remotest corners with just a single article, such a talented young man is lost at sea, and no family claims him, not even traces of his origins. Did he pop out from a rock?"
Helian Nan's eyes lit up: "Dad, do you mean he's possibly from a national family or something?"
"Not possibly, definitely. Ordinary families cannot cultivate such talent."
"But uncle said he's lost his memory and doesn't remember his past. He seems pretty loyal to uncle too."
Helian Zheng snorted: "Who knows if he's just faking amnesia? Whether it's real or fake, as long as we can prove he's faking it and still remembers the past, that's enough."
"What good is it to prove he's faking amnesia?"
