While speaking, she handed the medicinal decoction to William Clark for him to drink, all the while recounting the injuries William Clark had suffered that day: “Also, when I had the physician examine you, he found a wound on the back of your head. Perhaps you hit something when you were sent flying by Zhang De’s palm. The physician asked me to check if you’ve felt any discomfort in your head since waking up?”

Pinching his nose and forcing the medicine down his throat, he pondered his current situation.

It was obvious that William Clark had transmigrated into an environment either similar to or exactly like ancient China, and the woman before him was likely from the same sect as him—his junior sister, no less.

However, from their conversation, he could sense that this junior sister didn’t seem very friendly toward him. This was clear from the fact that his body had been beaten to a pulp, yet she spoke of the incident without the slightest regard for his feelings.

“Looks like this body didn’t have a great reputation in the sect before… I wonder if that so-called master will stand up for me?”

With that thought, William Clark felt he should try to find out more about this body—at the very least, he needed to know something about his sect.

“It’s nothing, really. I just can’t remember a lot of things… Junior sister, where are we now? Have we returned to the sect?”

As soon as he said this, the woman’s expression turned odd, and the way she looked at William Clark made him uncomfortable, even making him wonder if he’d said something wrong: “Did I say something I shouldn’t have?”

“Senior brother, have you forgotten? Because you lost that match, our sect no longer exists!” As she spoke, she looked indignant. Though her delicate hands were still folded in front of her, the way she clenched them into fists with a chilling cracking sound said it all.

“Why would losing a match mean our sect is gone?” William Clark was momentarily confused. He didn’t understand what his loss had to do with the fate of the sect.

Unless…

Hearing William Clark’s question, the woman looked utterly shocked, and even the towering anger from before vanished. “Senior brother, have you forgotten that you are the seventh sect leader of our sect!”

“Sect… leader?”

William Clark’s face darkened. He had just considered the possibility, but hadn’t expected it to be true.

Seeing that her senior brother’s reaction didn’t seem feigned, the woman finally concluded that he must have been too gravely injured and was suffering from soul-loss syndrome. “Senior brother, do you still remember who you are?”

“I…” William Clark looked at the woman before him. Other than knowing he seemed to have become a sect leader and that this beauty was his junior sister, he really knew nothing else. He couldn’t even recall the original name of this body.

‘Damn it, why couldn’t I have absorbed this body’s memories when I transmigrated?’

Cursing inwardly, he forced a bitter smile and asked, “Who… am I?”

Hearing her senior brother ask this, the woman’s face grew even more sorrowful, her heart aching. But remembering their late master’s dying wish, she forced a smile and replied, “Senior brother, you and I are the last two disciples of our sect. Before our master passed away last month, he passed the position of sect leader to you. Do you remember any of this?”

William Clark put on a look of painful contemplation, then resolutely shook his head.

The woman took a deep breath. “Then do you remember me? I am your Emily Carter!”

“Ning?”

A thunderclap seemed to explode in William Clark’s mind, leaving him dazed and nearly fainting again. Because the information he’d just heard from Emily Carter made him think of a terrifying possibility.

There are only two people left in the sect—I’m the sect leader, she’s my junior sister, and her surname is Ning…

“Don’t tell me my surname is Yue?”

William Clark pulled a long face, recalling a certain great sect leader who, in order to revive his sect, even gave up his… well, everything.

Fortunately, Emily Carter quickly replied with a strange look, “Yue? Senior brother, your surname is clearly Ye. Like me, you were an orphan picked up by our master at the foot of the mountain. Since you loved reading as a child, you were named ‘Wen’.”

“William Clark?”

William Clark hadn’t expected the person he’d possessed to have the exact same name as himself, though their personalities and experiences were vastly different. Now that he had taken his place, he wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

“So, junior sister, your full name is…?”

Since he was already playing the amnesia card, William Clark didn’t mind taking it all the way. After all, he knew nothing now, so he might as well ask whatever he wanted.

“My surname is Ning, and my name is Emily!” When Emily Carter mentioned her name, she seemed to recall something, and her answer was less crisp than before, even showing a hint of shyness like an ordinary girl.

William Clark simply assumed that, in ancient times, women were shy about revealing their full names, not knowing that Emily Carter had always been straightforward and decisive, unlike most girls. The reason she hesitated was because she remembered that her name had been given to her by her senior brother when they were young. (That late senior brother’s love of reading wasn’t for nothing, after all.)