"Qingyang, rest assured, big brother will do everything in his power to help you recover your memory!"
With his gaze fixed on Liu Qingyang, Fan Shaoyun said solemnly.
"Qingyang, for your sake, the young sect master has been restless for a whole month, sending people to look for you every single day," Ao Yan added with a smile.
"Thank you, big brother!" Liu Qingyang nodded slightly and said, "Memories may not be so easy to recover, and you don't need to worry too much about me."
"What's the point of living if you've lost your memories?" Fan Shaoyun glared fiercely at Liu Qingyang.
"Ao Yan, send a message back immediately, and have my father think of a solution," Fan Shaoyun hurriedly said.
"Yes! Young Sect Hierarch!" Ao Yan responded with a respectful nod.
"Thank you, Uncle Qin, for lending a hand. If it weren't for Uncle Qin, I'm afraid I might never see Qingyang again in this lifetime!" Fan Shaoyun quickly thanked with a clasped fist.