"I have wronged him."
Zhang Qiren pointed to his own head.
"The real motive for me going to the Dark World, even I must forget it!
"The Ancient Immortal can infuse me with knowledge, I suspect... he can also read my memories!
"Can you extract this part of my memory? All memories about the Dream Origin? And also... the memories of my senior brother?
"Let me forget about myself.
"Let me see myself as a self-indulgent bandit.
"Let me see myself as a cowardly figure afraid of the Ancient Immortal.
"Let me return, accept the knowledge infusion from the Ancient Immortal, so I can continue along the path.
"If someday I really manage to reach higher stages on this path, with a high enough rank, then return this part of my memories to me!
"If I fall, mutate, and can no longer progress... then please, kill me directly!"
In the Bronze Hall.
Bai Mo frowned, deeply moved.
This guy... he wants to return to the long darkness and mire, to gamble for that faint glimmer of hope and light.
