Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

On the way back, Jingran felt slightly annoyed as she looked at Jingshu, who was keeping his distance from her.

Why is he suddenly so far away? What, now that you know his true identity, are you afraid he'll eat people?

Jing Ran maintained a cold expression until they reached Jing Shu's room. This continued until Jing Shu closed the door and set up a protective barrier around the room.

Jingran sat on the soft couch in the room. "Now you can explain things clearly, right?"

Jing Shu stood to the side, not choosing to sit down, and said with his head down, "Master, your real name is Han Luo, you are the Han Luo Immortal Venerable of the Cloud Burial Sect. You have three disciples under you, and I am your second disciple, Jing Shu."

Hearing the polite language used in Jing Shu's words, Jing Ran unconsciously frowned. "How did you know I was Han Luo? Did you know from the very beginning?"

Jingran knew she had lost her memory and couldn't remember anything. She only vaguely remembered the character "Jing," so she named herself Jingran. Now it seemed that "Jing" referred to the person in front of her.

As for Han Luo, he had heard of this person before; he often heard his name while traveling around. He was famous for his great contributions in the war against evil, possessed formidable strength, and was aloof, rarely interacting with others.

If this person was indeed him, it's no wonder that the group of evil cultivators looked so terrified when they saw his sword.

"I knew it from the first day at the private school." Jing Shu had no intention of hiding it from his master. If he hadn't chosen to conceal his discovery back then, wouldn't he have already found out that his master had no memory and even that his divine sense was damaged?

Thinking of this, Jing Shu's voice gradually lowered.

“Master looks different from before, so I didn’t recognize him when I first met him. When I invited Master to eat wontons, I was suspicious and thought he was an evil cultivator. So I followed Master to the private school. Later, I recognized him when I saw his handwriting and the poem he wrote.”

"Poetry?" Jingran asked, puzzled.

Jing Shu nodded slightly. "That poem was created by people from my hometown. Besides my junior sister and me, only Master knows about it."

Jing Ran lowered her head in thought, her fingers lightly tapping the table. "Since you knew so long ago, why did you only say it now?"

“At first, I thought that Master had other purposes for hiding his identity, so I didn’t think of exposing him. When Master used the Snow Condensation Sword, I just pretended not to see it. I never thought that Master had lost his memory... This disciple knows his mistake and begs Master’s forgiveness.”

As he spoke, Jing Shu knelt down with a thud, lowered his head, and dared not look at Jing Ran.

It's guilt, but even more so, a guilty conscience...

"Get up." Jing Ran's tone was icy, with a hint of anger.

"Why are you kneeling down? It's not your fault that I have amnesia, so don't take all this nonsense on yourself!"

Jing Shu knew his master was angry, so he quickly got up.

"Have I ever abused you before?" Jingran suddenly asked.

Jing Shu was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "No, Master treats me very well."

"Then why do you always address me as 'you' and kneel down so readily?"

Jing Ran rubbed his temples. He had a headache, unsure whether it was from Jing Shu's behavior or from learning about his identity, causing the seal on his body to react.

When Jing Shu saw Jing Ran like this, he went up to her and gently massaged her temples, releasing a wisp of spiritual energy.

"I'm sorry, Master..."

After Jingran's headache subsided slightly, he raised his hand, grasped Jingshu's hand, removed it from his temple, and pulled it sharply.

Jing Shu, who was originally bent over, was suddenly pulled by this force and was caught off guard, kneeling down on the edge of the soft couch, looking up at his master instead of looking down.

"You are not allowed to use the word 'you,' and you are not allowed to kneel down casually. I don't have my previous memories now, so you don't need to call me Master. Just keep calling me Aran."

Seeing Jing Ran's serious expression, Jing Shu didn't say anything else, only uttered a single word.

"it is good."

Jingran released Jingshu's hand, allowing Jingshu to stand up. This time, he didn't remain standing but sat directly on the soft couch, separated from Jingran only by a low table.

"Why didn't you say so before? Why did you say it tonight?"

Jingran watched as Jingshu finally sat down, looking much more at ease than usual.

"The seal was broken tonight, and the Soul-Devouring Beast escaped. I killed it. It tried to absorb my soul, but I absorbed it instead. Using its power, I saw that Aran's consciousness was incomplete, and that's when I finally realized something was wrong."

"Eat it?" Jing Ran was somewhat surprised. The Soul-Devouring Beast was a magical beast; how could it be eaten?!

However, Jingran didn't ask. He knew that Jingshu had some little secrets he didn't want him to know, secrets that Jingran might have known before. So, Jingran didn't dwell on the question.

"Incomplete spiritual consciousness? You're being conservative; it should be that almost no spiritual consciousness remains." Jing Ran didn't react much to this.

"Aran knew it herself?" Jing Shu thought Jingran had completely lost her memory. "If Aran knew, did she know who did it?"

At this point, Jing Shu exuded a strong killing intent, just like the Nascent Soul cultivator.

No matter who it is, anyone who dares to harm the Master must die!

Jingran stood up, reached over the low table, and flicked Jingshu's forehead. The sudden pain brought Jingshu back to his senses.

"Put away your murderous aura. It's not someone else, it's myself."

"Huh? Huh?" Jing Shu looked puzzled.

Jingran sat back down, pondered for a moment, and continued speaking.

"Although I don't know what happened before, the person who split his divine consciousness and sealed the last bit of it inside his body to prevent it from dissipating was myself. And the negative effect of the sealing was that I lost all my memories."

Jingran had always known that he had a seal on him. He had examined it internally before and found that he had left the seal himself. Moreover, the key to unlocking the seal was his other lost consciousnesses.

"Aran! I still have your divine consciousness here. Do you want to take it back?" Upon hearing that Jing Ran's remaining divine consciousness had been sealed to prevent it from dissipating, Jing Shu quickly pointed to his brow.

The divine consciousness between his brows was left behind by Han Luo, and only Han Luo himself could retrieve it without touching the magic array.

"No need." Jing Ran shook her head and refused. "Since it was left to you by me before, it must be for protecting you."

"Aran, take this part of your divine consciousness. Maybe you can break some of the seals and find out what really happened back then, and who you met that caused your divine consciousness to split and become what it is now. Also, where did the rest of your divine consciousness go?"