Mythical Cultivation

Upon hearing this, Li Yue frowned slightly, a look of confusion on his face. He then continued, "Commander, during that escort mission, as a scout, I discovered the traces of those men in black and quickly returned to the mansion to fetch reinforcements, following the captain's orders. I have no memory of them at all. Moreover, since this information was obtained through interrogation, is it possible that it could be false? Commander, I really don't understand the reason for this."

Zhou Ling's face was solemn as he slowly said, "Black Dragon Stronghold is no ordinary place. It's a gathering place for bandits. Black Dragon Stronghold is truly renowned throughout Changping County, and everyone knows about it. Although our Bai Mansion is powerful and not much inferior to Black Dragon Stronghold, we can't just rush in and become enemies based on their one-sided story.

"Besides, our Bai Mansion and Black Dragon Village have always been at peace with each other, with no past or present grudges. Why would they travel nearly a thousand miles to intercept and kill us? That's why we specifically summoned you two to learn more about the situation. Are these two the ones who attacked you and stole our darts?" Zhou Ling finished these words in one breath, then looked eagerly at Wu Ming and Li Yue.

After hearing this, Wu Ming and Li Yue suddenly understood and nodded to show that they understood the good intentions of the two commanders.

At this moment, Wu Ming frowned tightly, then slowly opened his mouth and said, "From what you just said, it seems that what these two people said really cannot be taken lightly. Unfortunately, I'm afraid the two commanders will be greatly disappointed. I really have no recollection of what exactly happened at that time."

As he whispered these words, his face was full of helplessness and he shook his head gently.

After hearing these words, Zhou Ling couldn't help but reveal a hint of disappointment on his face. Then he sighed softly and said slowly:

"Well, actually, we only had that tiny hope at the beginning. We were thinking, Brother Wu Qi, if you could recall something. That way, we could verify the credibility of what those two people said. But since you can't remember anything now, we have no choice but to find another way!"

After saying this, Zhou Ling saw that he could no longer find any useful clues here, so he turned around and planned to leave with Nangong Wending.

However, just as they turned around and were about to leave, they suddenly heard Wu Ming's urgent call from behind:

"Two commanders, please don't leave in such a hurry! Since my amnesia is caused by that group of people, why not let me go and see those two people in person? Maybe when I see their faces or hear their voices, I can suddenly remember something important!"

The two men were about to turn around and leave, but when they heard what Wu Ming said, they couldn't help but think about it in their hearts. The more they thought about it, the more they felt that the idea he proposed was very feasible.

So, Zhou Ling responded, "Wu Qi, what you said does make some sense! In that case, please come with us to meet those two people and see if you can recall some key clues from them. As for Li Yue..."

Zhou Ling cast his gaze towards Li Yue standing aside, and continued, "You should go back for now. Don't reveal anything about what happened today to anyone else."

"Don't worry, Commander. I understand." Li Yue responded respectfully.

Afterwards, Zhou Ling and Nangong Wending led Wu Ming in a quick direction. Soon, they arrived at a dungeon.

This dungeon is located deep within the Bai Mansion, in an extremely secluded location. It was specially created by the Bai Mansion to detain thieves who dared to trespass. The dungeon is heavily guarded, with sentries stationed all around, making it difficult for ordinary people to approach.

As Wu Ming entered the dungeon, a damp, rancid air lashed him in the face. The faint candlelight flickered, barely illuminating the dark, oppressive space.

He looked closely and saw the two men Deputy Commander Zhou Ling had mentioned standing not far away. One of them was particularly striking, a burly, muscular man in his thirties or forties, with a thick, wiry beard that stood out like steel needles.

Even though he was now tightly bound by heavy iron chains, his body covered in hideous wounds, blood constantly oozing from the wounds, staining the ground beneath his feet red, he continued to shout and curse: "Who do you think you are, Bai Fu! How dare you provoke our Black Dragon Village? Humph, just wait and see, your doom is coming!"

Beside the sturdy man, a palace guard was holding a long whip, lashing him mercilessly one after another. Every time the whip landed, a string of blood splattered, but this did not seem to make the sturdy man surrender, instead making his shouts and curses even louder.

In stark contrast to the sturdy man, another person was a young man who looked only in his twenties. He remained motionless and silent. His body was also covered with wounds of varying sizes, the crisscrossing scars shocking. The crimson blood had stained his originally white clothes crimson.

It was obvious that the young man could no longer endure such cruel torture and had already fallen into a coma.

At this moment, a deep and majestic voice was heard: "Stop, there is no need to fight anymore, you guys retreat for now."

The person who spoke was Nangong Wending. Upon hearing this, the palace guard who was waving his whip immediately responded respectfully, "Yes, Commander."

Then he quickly put away the whip in his hand, turned around and walked out of the cell, gently closing the door.

"These two are the ones we captured with great difficulty. Wu Qi, come and take a look. Does it bring back any memories for you?" Nangong Wending raised his finger and pointed at the two men, and said slowly.

Wu Ming stared at the two tied-up guys in front of him with sharp eyes, and at the same time tried to sense if there was anything wrong with himself.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's angry shouting echoed in his ears, but Wu Ming's heart was calm. It was obvious that this man was not among the group of black-clad men who attacked them late at night.