Three days later.

“Where is this?”

“Who am I?”

“What am I doing?”

Tao Qianqiu awoke from his coma still in a daze. After extensive effort, he finally recovered some of his memories.

“I brought Elder Ran Tianfeng of the Netherworld Sky Sect and a group of Divine Peak Sword Court cultivators to ZIluo City to capture the inheritor of the Ghost Lantern Sarcophagus Bearers, but that old bastard Cui Chang’an didn’t give me any face at all…”

Before long, he recalled how Cui Chang’an had refused him, and how he led his group out of Ziluo City. 

But try as he might, he couldn't remember anything that happened after they boarded the treasure ship.

“What exactly happened? How did I appear here? Where are the others?”

Tao Qianqiu looked around and discovered that he was in a barren stretch of wilderness. The sun was setting, bathing all of creation in orange light.

After a lengthy daze, Tao Qianqiu’s expression gradually darkened.

“Dammit! Someone erased my memories!” His face was ashen, and he clenched his fists. “Unless I’m mistaken, the Cui Family was behind this!”

He’d long since heard that Cui Chang’an’s wife, Xue Huaning, was once one of Meng Po Palace’s Emissaries of...