"Oh, right! Thank you." Chu Bamboo paused in thought for a moment, then, as if suddenly remembering something, cupped his fist at Huo Qiming with a grateful expression. "Thinking about it carefully... now should be about right!"
Then, Chu Bamboo drew a dagger from his waist and, without the slightest hesitation, plunged it through his own chest.
Huo Qiming: "???"
His expression changed...
Then, in the next instant, Chu Bamboo pulled out the dagger. A thin, faint mist of light gathered at his chest. The wound then healed completely, as if time itself had reversed...
However, Chu Bamboo's face turned deathly pale as a result.
Chu Bamboo was shocked. 'Wait... does Memory Rewrite consume this much essence and spirit?'
Chu Bamboo felt as if he'd been completely hollowed out.
