Along the way, Qin Xuan began to rummage through all the things held in his memory.
Everything he had experienced from childhood to the present.
Yet, the memories were all so blurry.
Everything was extremely indistinct.
The faces of his parents, the environment where he grew up, even his childhood experiences and childhood playmates.
Everything was so hazy; he could only remember that such things seemed to have happened, that such people seemed to exist.
But he had no real impression of those people, and he would never think of them spontaneously.
They would only surface in his mind when he forced himself to recall them.
"Memory!"
"What?" Chen Xiaodao, following behind Qin Xuan, had not heard him clearly.
"Something is wrong with my memory!"
Qin Xuan repeated it firmly.
This was the most direct and reasonable explanation.
Only this could explain it.
But which part of his memory was faulty?
Was it his childhood experiences?
Could it be that the life he lived as a child was the kind he had seen in Zhan Jinhu’s memory?
A place with people who could fly, possessing powerful physiques and strange, unique powers?
At this thought, Qin Xuan involuntarily clenched his fists, trying to sense his own power.
But why, then, did he currently possess no such strength? He was far from reaching the intensity of that kind of physique.
Qin Xuan took a deep breath and exhaled.
He stopped dwelling on things he couldn't make sense of right now and kept walking along the path he had come from.
Qi…
Chapter 867