If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

Under the gazes of his fellow disciples, Fang Xiang felt extremely ashamed of being ignored by Ji Mo. Furious, he shouted at Ji Mo's departing figure, "Ji Mo, I'll give you the dignity to call you Young Master Ji. Do you really think you're the Young Master? You didn't even reply to my words. I want to duel with you! The duel will be next Wednesday at the Cultivation Hall. Do you dare?"

Fang Xiang raised his head proudly, and challenged with disdain: "Are you afraid? You don't even have the courage to face me!"

It was just the end of the season, he was exhausted and moved like a robot. His physical and mental exhaustion made his consciousness almost silent, and he could only move on instinct. He seemed to hear someone calling his name vaguely, but he was no longer able to react and tried hard to walk towards home.

Ji Mo's figure did not change at all, and he refused to even turn around to look at him. Fang Xiang's face flushed red, and the suppressed anger in his heart almost burst out. He bit his back teeth hard, and his eyes were fixed on Ji Mo's back.

"Damn it! Die!"

Being young and frivolous, with a vague concept of life, the hot-blooded Fang Xiang was burned by anger and could no longer suppress it. His palms turned red and the temperature around his body rose sharply. He stepped back with his right leg, accumulating strength, preparing to launch a sneak attack on Ji Mo at this critical moment.

The young man who had been following Fang Xiang stepped forward quickly and grabbed Fang Xiang. A blue light flashed in his palm, and the cool feeling stimulated Fang Xiang's brain, and his original anger gradually dissipated. The young man said flatteringly, "Young Master Fang, that loser Ji Mo would definitely not dare to agree. Look, he is only in the middle of the first level now. How could he possibly duel with you, who is in the high level of the first level? No matter how many times we duel, he will definitely lose."

"Besides, look at his steps. Maybe his brain was damaged when he fell off the cliff last time. He can't even walk steadily. Why bother getting angry at such a loser? It will only damage your health. Maybe that will make him happy."

Fang Xiang nodded, and after thinking about it carefully, it made sense. His mood gradually calmed down. He stared at Ji Mo coldly and snorted, "We'll see about the trial in September."

Ji Mo ignored Fang Xiang and did not agree to the duel request. Fang Xiang had no choice. After all, he was just a child who attached too much importance to face and would duel with others at any time.

The young man who tried to dissuade Fang Xiang also looked at Ji Mo's back with no expression. When he turned around and looked at the man, that flattering smile appeared again.

Before he knew it, Ji Mo had experienced such a farce. The sleepy Ji Mo felt that time was passing so slowly. He had been walking for a long time but still hadn't reached home.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Ji Mo finally lay down on the familiar bed, but he felt that the bed was so stiff today, not as soft as before. In a trance, he wondered, “What’s going on today?” and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, I didn't know how much time had passed. A vague voice rang in my ears, "Young Master, wake up!"

"Young Master, wake up!" Ji Mo's eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them at all. His whole body was exhausted. "I really want to continue sleeping, but it seems like someone is calling me. Should I wake up and see?"

Ji Mo used up all his strength and struggled to open his eyelids. Orange light shone in from the window, shining on the girl's back. Ji Mo's eyes became clearer from blurry. Seeing the familiar figure, Ji Mo said weakly, "It's you, Miaomiao. What's wrong? Don't wake me up. I want to sleep a little longer."

Seeing that Ji Mo was fine, Lin Miaomiao felt relieved. Since Ji Mo went out in the early morning, he did not come back until the evening. Ji Qingshui and Qi Pa had also asked about this matter, and Lin Miaomiao just told the truth.

As it was getting close to afternoon, Lin Miaomiao, who was bored staying at Ji Qingshui's house, became a little worried when she saw that Ji Mo had not returned yet. So she went out to look for him. She searched almost every corner of Ji's house but couldn't find Ji Mo himself. When she walked to the Classics Pavilion, she was stopped by Bai Fu who was sitting in front of the door.

The old man with a white beard said to her with a smile: "You are the maid of the Ji Mansion, right? What brings you out this time? Looking for the young master?"

Although Lin Miaomiao was confused, she nodded and said, "Yes, the young master came out early in the morning and hasn't returned yet. It's been nine hours. I came to look for him.

Bai Fu stroked his beard and said, "Then you might as well go to the academy and ask. The young master came to the Classics Pavilion early this morning and then went to the academy."

"Oh, thank you." Lin Miaomiao responded with a smile and went straight to the college without stopping.

But after walking around the college, she still couldn't find Ji Wei, so she started asking around, but was repeatedly turned down. When the other party heard that she was looking for Ji Wei, they always looked at her with disdain.

Until Lin Miaomiao met a young man. He was wearing a red robe, was thin, had a smile on his face, and looked amiable.

The young man took the initiative to come over and asked softly, "Are you the Ji family's maid?"

Lin Miaomiao nodded and looked at him curiously: "How do you know?"

The boy smiled and pointed his finger at his head, "I've seen you before."

"If I remember correctly, you are from the Ji family." Lin Miaomiao was even more surprised. There were only six people in the Ji family from the past to the present, two servants, one maid, and Ji Mo and his family of three. Since the death of Ji Mo's grandfather, the previous patriarch, Ji Mo has not been welcome in the Ji family.

Lin Miaomiao asked curiously, "How do you know?"

The young man spoke humbly, smiling, "I was fortunate enough to have been to the Ji Mansion with my father."

Lin Miaomiao nodded, "Oh, what's the matter?" After knowing the whole story, Lin Miaomiao didn't want to bother with him anymore. He still had to look for his own young master.

Lin Miaomiao was about to leave when she was stopped by the boy. He squinted his eyes and smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, are you looking for the young master again?"

Lin Miaomiao's eyes gradually lit up, "Hey, do you know where the young master went?"

The young man shook his head and responded simply, "I don't know."

Lin Miaomiao's originally happy heart suddenly became depressed. She looked at the boy speechlessly. It seemed that he had a serious illness.

The boy seemed to see Lin Miaomiao's expression, scratched his head, and pointed his finger in a direction, "The last time I saw Young Master Mo, he was walking towards that direction."

"Oh, thank you." After expressing her gratitude, Lin Miaomiao immediately stood up and chased in the direction the boy pointed, leaving the boy watching her leaving.

Following the direction pointed by the boy, Lin Miaomiao felt more and more familiar. "Isn't this the direction to Ji Mansion? Could it be that the young master has returned to Ji Mansion? He is still accustomed to the life in Ji Mansion like me."

Lin Miaomiao ran to Ji's house in a hurry. Seeing the door wide open, she felt that her thoughts were further confirmed. Lin Miaomiao walked into the young master's room and found Ji Mo sleeping soundly on an unmade wooden bed. Seeing the young master's appearance, Lin Miaomiao hurriedly found a woolen quilt from the warehouse and put it under Ji Mo's head to make him more comfortable.