"It was in..." Li Fan's brow furrowed slightly, as if he strained to recall.

Ximen Yu stared at him, hanging on every word.

"I can't remember." After a long pause, Li Fan shrugged helplessly.

"You..." Ximen Yu's expression stiffened. "How could you forget something so important so easily?"

He studied Li Fan, his face full of disbelief.

"Fellow Daoist Ximen, why don't you tell me what this withered branch actually is? Perhaps as you speak, the memory will come back to me." Li Fan offered a faint smile.

Ximen Yu narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping back and forth across Li Fan.

Li Fan showed no fear, meeting his gaze with a composed demeanor.

Ximen Yu seemed unable to gauge Li Fan's true strength, and in the end he chose not to make a rash move.

He turned, once again revealing...