Youu's reply was incredibly brief.
He seemed to be saving every word he possibly could.
But his meaning was perfectly clear.
Clearly, he had been sitting here for so long that he himself had lost track of time.
Jiang Jichen sized up Youu. He had a slender build, was dressed in ancient robes, and possessed handsome features.
'Hmm, if he were cleaned up a bit, he'd have the air of an immortal.'
He also had no possessions to his name, just the single set of ancient robes.
But those robes seemed anything but ordinary, having been in the Blood Pool for so long.
Upon his exit, they remained utterly spotless.
"Youu, how did you end up here?"
"Forgot!"
"Youu, why are you covered in so many restrictive shackles?"
"Forgot!"
"Youu, how old are you?"
"Forgot!"
...
And so on. For every question Jiang Jichen asked, he received the same one-word response: Forgot!
'Forget my ass!'
Jiang Jichen was rendered speechless, realizing it was impossible to get any information out of Youu.
