The man had a mask lying next to him, and having taken it off, he had forgotten to put it back on. This was not like him. "El, El, Eldest Brother??" Qi Xi looked shocked. The man was slightly startled and then furrowed his brow; he grabbed the mask and turned his back. After he put it on, he turned to look at Qi Xi again. "What on earth is going on?" the man asked. Qi Xi swallowed hard, calming his own surprise before he vividly recounted everything he knew to the man. Could it be a Gu Insect? The man’s expression turned cold, "Let’s go!" He stepped forward, passing Qi Xi, and headed straight for the Bell Tower below. Initially, his steps were very steady. But later on, the presence following behind him noticed that his pace was getting quicker and quicker. Until, at last, he rushed down like a gust of wind. Whether he was Liang Zhichen, Gold Respect, or the Nameless City Lord of Mist Capital, it didn’t matter—names were but mere appellations. Yet somehow, today, ever since that woman, that lady dressed in purple appeared, something started to struggle, as if it was about to break through the soil. He was quite resistant to this feeling in his heart, but he actually understood; that woman must be deeply linked to his lost past. However, within him, his soul seemed to have split into two halves. One half was unknown—it belonged to that woman’s husband, the frail man’s elder brother, the eldest of the Liang family, but all that was unbeknownst to him, with absolutely no emotional reaction from within. The other half was the present him, his current will, disdainful of any emotion, even cold to the point of seeming heartless. At the moment, he was very confused. On one hand, he despised the so-called emotions internally, unwilling to be fettered by them. On the other hand, he felt troubled by them. He had been staring at the paintings he had once done the entire afternoon; the longer he looked, the more his heart became entangled. It was as if an increasing number of emotions were surging towards him, pulling at his heart back and forth, as if to completely rip his already divided self apart. Yet regardless, upon learning the news of that woman, especially concerning the business of the Gu Insect, he couldn’t help but start worrying uncontrollably. When the man and Qi Xi reached Lu Yinyin’s residence one after the other, they suddenly stopped in their tracks. Lu Yinyin was being held by the hair against the wall by the woman in purple, who also had a small snake coiled in her hand. Her demeanor was very grim, and the man had a vague feeling. She shouldn’t be , not so harsh and ruthless. He didn’t know where this feeling came from. In any case, seeing this woman now, to the current him, she could only be considered a stranger whom he had met a few times, with whom he even had some unpleasant interactions. But from the depths of his heart emerged another kind of "strangeness," a completely different feeling of foreignness. One was of memory, the other of the soul and emotions. "What are you going to do!" Lu Yinyin’s face looked awful. She had not noticed the City Lord and Qi Xi, and now she couldn’t keep up the pretense. No longer displaying a weak and harmless appearance, she was now outwardly fierce but inwardly fearful: "You should know, this is Mist Capital!"