Looking into the mirror's reflection, listening to the voices emerging from within.
Shen Feng's palm had, unknowingly, clenched into a fist, clear recollections of the time of his birth would be impossible.
Of course, as his cultivation gradually increased, he indeed had a way to extract the memories of his birth.
But at that time, Shen Feng did not know that Shen Anmin and Zhang Xuezheng were not his biological parents, naturally, he wouldn't bother with the futile task of extracting memories from his infancy.
Standing in front of the mirror, Shen Feng's body was tensely wound. With the index and middle fingers of his right hand brought together, he touched his brow, spiritual energy incessantly permeating through his fingers into his forehead.
He extracted the memories of his own birth, including the recollection of being drained of blood by the White Eyebrow Elder and others.