The Yin soldiers advanced silently.
On a chariot in the procession, Sun Lingtong was filled with questions: "Why was I so arrogant?"
The one mocking him continued: "You immediately clashed with Lord Silent; it's just that Lord Silent is magnanimous and broad-minded, he didn't take issue with you, a mere Foundation Establishment ghost cultivator!"
Sun Lingtong understood at once: "I see. I purposely got on this chariot, likely to gather intelligence about them for Little Zhuo."
"So, relying on having Luo Si's token, I deliberately provoked them, resulting in poor relations."
"But I just lost my memory, causing me to lose my composure and fail. Provoking them for so long, only to suddenly lose memory and then asking those I provoked, how ridiculous, like a clown."
Having crawled his way up from the bottom of society, Sun Lingtong didn't feel any shame or anger.
Embarrassment was still better than losing his life.
