Lin Yun continued, ignoring everything else, and soon distanced himself from everyone else behind him. In the end, Chen Feng gritted his teeth. He discovered that Ye Qingtian seemed to have forgotten many things. Then again, it wasn’t surprising because he was heavily injured a year ago, not to mention refining a saint origin might mess up his memories.

“Senior Brother, you really can’t go there. Have you forgotten that she’s the direct disciple of the Heavenly Jade Sword Saint?” Chen Feng quickly caught up to Lin Yun.

“The Heavenly Jade Sword Saint? That name sounds familiar…” Lin Yun held onto his chin because he had heard of this name before.

Chen Feng was shocked and explained, “Senior Brother, they're one of the three Sword Saints in the Eastern Desolation. They're an existence on the same level as the Radiant Sword Saint.”

At this moment, Chen Feng confirmed that something had gone wrong with Ye Qingtian’s head. After all, how could someone not even remember the Heavenly Jade Sword Saint? Ye Qingtian probably didn’t want to remember that incident, thus forgetting everything.

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