"Actually..." Luo Renzhong said helplessly, "I've forgotten the cultivation route."
Hearing him say that, Luo Xingyi also said with some embarrassment, "I've forgotten too."
Li Yuanhong didn't speak, but raised his hand with a somewhat ashamed expression to indicate he had also forgotten.
"..."
After a moment of silence, Cong Wen asked, "What kind of forgetting? Completely, or...?"
"I've forgotten the precise locations of the meridians in my body."
Luo Xingyi said, "It feels like, I know where my veins are, where the major arteries are, and if I wanted to commit suicide, no big problem. But if you want me to precisely nick a vein without severing it, I can't do it."
Nicking and severing are just a matter of precision, like the difference between chopping potatoes and slicing them into thin strips, but the difference is even greater.
The others also confirmed this point, which got Cong Wen and the others thinking.
Moments later, Wu Ya's expression suddenly filled with joy.
