In the clearing of Niuxin Village that was used for drying grain, a group of militia were training, and Gao Zhijian sat on a large stone with knitted brows, watching the village soldiers practicing martial arts before him, yet his mind was still preoccupied with the events that had happened earlier.
"None of the other fellow disciples believe what I've told them."
Logically, he should have been angry, but Gao Zhijian wasn't, because even he couldn't fully believe his gradually awakening, chaotic memories.
It was very likely that he was the Emperor, remembering living in the Imperial Palace, with many people revolving around him, being able to obtain whatever he wished for.
But that segment of memory was not complete; there were large gaps in between, and the breaks were replaced by various odd deaths and life experiences starkly different from those in the Imperial Palace.