The silence stretched on, Yun Lintian reeling from the deluge of information. A stolen life, a powerful clan, and an impulsive past – the pieces didn't quite fit, yet the sincerity in Yun Ling's tear-filled eyes held a disconcerting weight of truth.
He closed his eyes, desperately searching for a shred of familiarity, a memory from this alleged life as Yun Lintian of the Azure Cloud Yun Clan. But there was only a void, a chilling emptiness devoid of recollection.
"Is there anything you remember at all, Third Young Master?" Yun Ling's voice, laced with a fragile hope, pierced the silence.
"Unfortunately, not," Yun Lintian sighed, his voice firm. "Take a seat and tell me everything I need to know. For example, who is the clan head and what level he is."
Yun Ling's heart ached as fresh tears welled in her eyes. The severity of his injury clearly extended beyond the physical, causing him to forget even his father.