Yu Yan, who was just about to raise his hand to disperse the lightning clouds, paused for a moment. Turning around, he looked strangely at the person behind him who looked a little anxious. His stupid disciple was actually able to begin to think about such problems as well. Could it be that memory loss was capable of raising one’s intelligence as well?
“There’s no need for you to worry about that.” Looking strangely at this bright-minded disciple, he was unable to get used to it a little.