Wedged so tightly it hurts.

"What’s wrong with this little girl? Where is this place?"

"You’re awake, don’t worry, you’re still a boy."

A gentle voice suddenly echoed in Wang Ge’s ears, who was unclear about the situation. Turning his head, he saw a handsome young man standing behind him.

He was holding a black stick, looking at him kindly.

Wang Ge stared at Zhang Ze and spoke his first words after coming out, "Are you going to attack me?"

Zhang Ze’s smile remained unchanged as he naturally denied it, "No."

However, despite his words, he indeed had similar intentions because this was part of the test.

Sudden awakening is when one is most relaxed and likely to expose their true nature.

Having the Dazed Girl probe ahead just by seeing the reaction of the person being teased can initially judge their character and temperament.

Plus, being in Zhang Ze’s Mind Network domain, this judgment could be considered one hundred percent accurate.

And the result of this judgment naturally determined Zhang Ze’s subsequent approach and attitude in his conversational therapy.

If not a good person, then he’ll strike first.

As for why the Dazed Girl is probing...

Firstly, she is like Fuji in that just a remnant remains and she won’t fall.

Secondly, she is dazed and easily deceived by Fuji, now she follows Fuji’s instructions obediently.

The leg-clamping trick was taught to her by Fuji.

Zhang Ze put away the old magic stick, moved to the front, lifted the Dazed Girl who was still clamping with her toes and wrapped her 2.8-meter-long legs like a roll of toilet paper, then spoke to Wang Ge.

"Please rise first, let’s chat over there."

Zhang Ze pointed to a small tea table over there.

However, after Zhang Ze finished speaking, Wang Ge did not move at all, just stared at Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze, seeing this, internally thought it might be trouble.

He’s encountered this before; those who behave this way are typically proud individuals, full of indomitable spirit, unyielding.

No matter how old, they act like young masters.

Though Zhang Ze has his methods, talking to such people is an emotional drain.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to employ some tools, Wang Ge spoke.

"Wait a minute, my legs are numb, and I need to think about how to walk again."

Zhang Ze, "..."

It was indeed a new discovery; Zhang Ze had never encountered someone who forgot how to walk after closed cultivation.

The Dazed Girl, possibly empathetically, quickly said "Oh" upon hearing this and then broke free from Zhang Ze’s restraint.

Rolling on the ground, she extended her 2.8-meter-long legs again, performing for Wang Ge how to turn from a heap into a person.

Wang Ge, "..."

Whether Wang Ge remembered or the Dazed Girl’s demonstration worked, Wang Ge eventually stood up from the ground without anyone’s support.

Arriving at the table, Zhang Ze poured Wang Ge a cup of tea.

"Firstly, I apologize. We didn’t mean to dig you out, and secondly, we have no malice..."

Facing the expressionless Wang Ge, Zhang Ze merely explained his identity as a Sword Sect disciple without revealing much more information.

Conversational therapy must be approached step by step.

After completing the self-introduction, Zhang Ze proceeded with the routine.

"Name." Zhang Ze asked while holding a little notebook.

"Wang Ge."

Zhang Ze, "I didn’t ask your nickname, I asked for your name."

Wang Ge, "..."

Probably out of habit, Mr. Wang didn’t bother to explain and casually invented, "Wang Batian."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ze believed him without hesitation.

Zhang Ze nodded, "Hmm, Batian senior, now let me introduce you to the current situation of the Four Continents..."

Wang Ge opened his mouth but ultimately didn’t explain. He lowered his head, looking at his reflection in the teacup, silent.

As Zhang Ze narrated, Wang Ge gradually fell into a peculiar calmness.

Zhang Ze’s voice seemed to have a magical quality; although speaking of unrelated topics, false memories surged from the heart.

Cultivation together, stealing underwear together, running under the sunset together, family broken and ruined together...

Suddenly, Wang Ge raised his head, his Spirit Platform clarified, his aura trembled, purple energy surged, transforming into a dragon opening its jaws towards Zhang Ze.

Yet Zhang Ze remained unmoving, the old magic stick beside him suddenly extended, caught the dragon’s mouth.

With a slight vibration, the dragon instantly dispersed into purple smoke.

But Zhang Ze was neither angry nor used coercive means.

During the conversational therapy, being in a heart-to-heart state with Wang Ge, though not rudely checking specific memories, he indeed felt those intense emotions.

Burning fire, unbearable pain, only revenge could alleviate.

"Senior, your retreat was for revenge?" Zhang Ze curiously asked.

Wang Ge was still in shock from having his full strike dissolving effortlessly.

Upon Zhang Ze’s repeated inquiry, he replied self-deprecatingly, "What senior am I, just a fool wasting a hundred years."

After speaking, whether due to Zhang Ze’s power or the current situation, he suddenly relaxed.

Wang Ge picked up the tea cup on the table and drank it in one go, "Since fellow cultivator has guessed, I’ll speak frankly.

"Wang, of humble origin, can’t compare to your high-ranking Six Sects, troubled by emotions all my life, delayed till now.

"Indeed as fellow cultivator said, my retreat was for revenge.

"The Cyan Cloud Mountain’s Temple Master is my enemy.

"He killed my entire family, I’ve lived in the world, only waiting for the chance for revenge.

"Unexpectedly, when I reached Core Formation, the Temple Master was already Nascent Soul and was closely associated with your Six Sects, becoming a recognized Righteous Sect.