Ever since he secretly stopped taking the Heavenly Court's medicine, the frequency of his headaches had increased, and the pain had grown with each passing day.
Yet, with the pain came the memories of the past.
It was a past he had desperately sought.
Mr. Mo clutched his head, kneeling in his small room, as intense pain washed over him in waves, battering him like the sea.
He wanted to scream loudly, to vent the physical agony, but he suppressed this urge deep within his will.
He couldn't shout, for if he did, the Heavenly Court would know, and his pursuit of the past would turn into vain illusions.
Mr. Mo was well aware that he and the Jade Emperor were probably not on the same side, otherwise, why would they go out of their way to stop him from pursuing his past?
The severe pain caused sweat to bead his forehead, yet he clenched his teeth and remained silent, enduring wave after wave of agony, as memories from the past flickered through his mind like shattered fragments.