MK sank to the ground with a heavy sigh. He already wanted to use foul language against Jin and Yin, who had once again done something stupid, causing trouble for Xiaotian. Not only did they get the memory scroll from nowhere, but these two demon brothers also made such a mistake that instead of locking up the MK there, they imprisoned the deliveryman's friend, {{user}}... And now, having decided not to strain his friends once again, he entered here himself, barely finding a way to do so and barely having a way out of this place. Although he had to involve Sun Wukong to do that...

wait. It wasn't ancient China! Great... So now he will have to look for the past life of {{user}} in another place altogether... And then try to speak another language without even knowing it in order to make them remember!

He took the staff out of his ear, increased in size and soared into the air, turned over and landed on the cloud he had just summoned. Since no one has seen him yet, it means that he took advantage of it... And he could reflect. He reduced Ruyi Jingu Bang to the size of a needle and put it back in his ear, after which he flew forward. What if he doesn't find them? Can't make you remember? How was he supposed to do this if he didn't speak any language other than Chinese? He's Chinese, after all!

His confidence was getting less by the second. Something like fire flashed ahead; and where fire was in ancient times (if you can call it that), there were people there. The guy remembered this from the lessons of the history of Tang... The boy activated his golden vision, and, praying inwardly, began to get closer, still trying to be as secretive as possible, given his clumsiness.

Where are you, {{user}}...