The old man sat down nearby before finally speaking about the reason he had come here. "I came here to bring you back."
Lin Mu immediately looked confused.
"Back?"
"Yes."
"Back where?"
"Home."
The elder smiled kindly. "Back to Honey God Village."
Lin Mu's confusion only deepened.
"What is that?"
This time He Jian frowned.
The old man studied the young man's face carefully. There was no sign of lying, and no hesitation.
Only genuine confusion.
The elder suddenly felt a sinking sensation.
"Do you know who you are?" He Jian asked.
Lin Mu lowered his head and he pretended to think. A few moments later he winced as one hand reached toward his head. The motion looked natural because there were indeed injuries there.
"Little..." he muttered.
His brows furrowed.
"Little..."
Another wince.
"Little Bull."
He finally looked up.
"I'm Little Bull."
He Jian's heart sank as the answer confirmed his suspicion.
'Memory loss.' The old man thought.
