"...Interesting."
Qinglong calmed down and silently looked at his fist.
All along.
He thought he no longer cared about the old matters of the past, but under the influence of the Heart Sea this time, he realized that things from the past will never truly pass.
He still cares, and will care for a lifetime.
This is really a very sad thing.
Because the person who shot him back then is already dead, even if he dug up the person's grave and scattered the ashes a hundred times... it wouldn't change anything; he lost a battle when he was young, a small nail driven into the seams of history, and every time this is mentioned, he inevitably recalls that arrow from the past.
"More interesting things are still to come."
Lin Lei smiled faintly: "If I'm not mistaken, Deep Sea wants you to stall me... How long is this period? A week?"
Qinglong remained silent.
He shook his head and extended three fingers: "Three days. I'll only give it three days."
