“The seventy-year cicadas had turned into monsters. They ate anything they could catch, whether plants and trees or living people, pigs, and dogs. During my retreat, I ran into some Rongshan disciples and fought alongside them. They saw that I was brave and had nowhere else to go, so they invited me to stay. After all those days of fierce fighting, my memories finally returned, and then… then I came home!”

He Chunhua repeated, “Wait, they invited you to stay?”

He Yue was curious too. “Did they accept you into the sect?”

“More or less.”

“Brother, you turned misfortune into a blessing!” Although He Yue sensed that something about the story did not quite add up, he was still genuinely happy for him. “Mr. Mozhe and I once suggested that you find a master at the Cloud-Piercing Pavilion. But the Rongshan Sect is a major Daoist sect, many times stronger than the Cloud-Piercing Pavilion. That’s incredible!”

After disappearing...