"Go, go, go!" The young boy's face showed a bit of panic as he heard the bells ringing. He hurriedly stood up, intending to take Wang Yu towards the core area.
However, as he moved, he glanced back a few times: "No, no, the boss must have already noticed I sneaked out. He must be furious now. If they discover this rare thing of mine, that would be terrible."
So he commanded, "Hey, that—"
He then realized he didn't know Wang Yu's name: "What's your name?"
Wang Yu's brow furrowed deeply, the question struck his soul like a heavy hammer, pounding on his Divine Soul.
What is my name? Who am I?
On his Divine Soul, tiny talismans flickered with light, obscuring his memory, blurring his Spiritual Wisdom.
Wang Yu felt a wave of agitation rising, gripping his head tightly.
What is my name?
