"The story pretty much ends here, but later, that big monkey suddenly came back to life. The thing is, he couldn't remember anything."
"Does he still know he's himself?"
Three little kids sat clustered around Gu Tao, listening to his bizarre tale. Kids are kids—they didn't really care about what adults were saying. As long as someone was telling stories, they were happy.
The master bedroom of Zhengyang Hall had already been turned into something resembling a daycare center. There were various literacy cards scattered around, foam mats covering the floor, three small basins hanging on the walls, along with three little towels and three tiny toothbrushes. The walls were plastered with pictures of giraffes, hippos, and baby tigers—clumsily done and aesthetically terrible. Anyone who saw this would never believe it was Kunlun Zhengyang Palace, the very martial hall that once nurtured the Kunlun Eight Extremes' Ultimate Skills.
