The An History Book suddenly opened, pages flipping swiftly.
"Stay put, I'll remember this."
Leaving Jinlan Mountain, Yu Ziqing went to find Che Lun, who was retired at the Health Club.
"Let me ask you something, how do you weave memory armor?"
"Hmm?" Che Lun was startled, and the Matchstick quickly huddled over: "Don't even think about doing that. We were forced into it, but you're alive. Doing so will make your originally smooth memories chaotic."
"Then let me rephrase, I've got some faces and pasts of the White Water Egg from the Void. How can I view the pasts attached to those faces?"
"The past isn't just memory."
"I just want to gaze like I do at memory armor, that's all."
"Oh, that's simpler then. You could already gaze before, just gaze at this the same way you gaze at our memory armor." Matchstick casually remarked.
"Hmm? Weren't you actively showing it before?" Yu Ziqing was a bit puzzled.
