Yang Jian didn't expect that after Ye Zhen disappeared for half a year, he didn't do anything; he just stayed alone in Fushou Garden in a state of despondency, and judging by his appearance, he seemed to have suffered a significant blow.
He just didn't understand what kind of blow could turn Ye Zhen into this.
"You don't seem like your old self at all; the supernatural era has already arrived. You should pull yourself together and return; there are many things waiting for you to do."
"And you've been in this state long enough; if you continue like this, you might really become useless."
Yang Jian tried to persuade him with a few words.
Ye Zhen continued to slouch on the sofa, unmoving, speaking weakly, "Being useless is sometimes quite nice. I'm done for; don't try to persuade me. Just assume Ye Zhen died in the confrontation with the King Organization."
"From now on, in the supernatural circle, there will only be you, Yang Jian, and no more Ye Zhen."
