Clearly, the three of them made a bet, betting whether Zhang Ze had senile dementia, and someone lost the bet.
But the feeling of being the only one kept in the dark was obviously not pleasant. Zhang Ze turned to look at the middle-aged man with white hair, "May I ask, senior, what is your esteemed name?"
Lu Yuzhou kicked Zhang Ze, "He's a living ancestral figure of your Sword Sect, the one you dug out yourself. How could you forget that?"
Zhang Ze scratched his head, still unable to recall.
"Wei Zhuang! Didn't you remember?" Li tugged at Zhang Ze's ear.
Zhang Ze, "Who is Wei Zhuang?"
Li, "..."
"He's Uncle Chen Qin's uncle, and that black tight suit of yours came from him."
Saying this, Li attempted to pull out the black tight suit known as the Night Demon Emperor Armor from Zhang Ze's Hundred Treasures Bag.
But as soon as half of it was pulled out, Li felt her wrist weighed a thousand pounds, unable to pull it any further.
