Wen Yan really wasn't trying to fool Scholar Tu...
Because he honestly couldn't remember what Little Mustache was actually called.
His impression of Little Mustache was limited to that outfit, and the little mustache under his chin. Even his face had become a blur.
When Little Mustache was torn apart and scattered through the ages due to anchor chaos, when his resets were used up, and when he was finally drowned by time, as years went by, he as a person would grow ever more indistinct.
Wen Yan tried hard to recall, and vaguely felt that maybe he had never known what the other guy's real name was—only remembered the codename Little Mustache.
He searched through the Scorching Sun Department's records, but really, he found nothing on this person.
Did anyone remember what his name was?
Even Wen Yan was starting to forget, the memory blurring, with only certain events remaining clear.
Wen Yan truly didn't believe anyone else could remember either.
