"Grandpa Baili, what are you talking about? I haven't lost my memory at all, nor do I have any sealed memories. What do you mean by remembering you? Thinking of you?" Wenyan asked, frowning at Old Man Baili.
"Jiuli, did you encounter anything in the White Mist earlier?" Old Man Baili asked, seeing Mo Jiuli didn't seem to be lying.
"Yes, I did!" Mo Jiuli replied after thinking for a moment.
"Then you must have seen many images, countless images, which you could never fully see. But ultimately, you must have seen some of them! If I'm not wrong, the images you're able to see clearly in your mind, the unsealed ones, should at least be eight in number. Is there nothing about me and my name in them? Any introduction of me?" Old Man Baili asked directly.
"I saw twelve images, but none of them are related to you. Could the man on those eight images be Grandpa Baili?" Mo Jiuli asked skeptically, hard to imagine the man in those images was Grandpa Baili in front of him.
