The night grew increasingly dense, but for the Emperor Clan, tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful. Thousands of lights extinguished, and throughout Chang'an City, only the Emperor Clan's mansion remained brightly lit as if it were daytime.
Staring at the seemingly daylight-like brightness, Long Yan wondered if he should feel a sense of déjà vu about the scene before him. However, no matter how hard he tried, Long Yan simply couldn't fathom why this place felt so familiar.
The Heavenly Soul had wiped away all of his memories, leaving him only with the method for crafting the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle. All of his past memories—including those with Lingxi—had been erased. Yet, Long Yan had no intention to blame it; after all, memories are best created by oneself, a principle that fit Long Yan's disposition perfectly. No wonder he was the one who understood himself best.
