Leaning against the wall, Yi Donglai's hands trembled as he picked up a cigarette and stuck it between his lips. He flicked a lighter to ignite it, then took a deep drag.
Perhaps because he didn't smoke regularly, Yi Donglai choked on the smoke and began coughing violently.
After a few seconds of coughing, his face deathly pale, he wiped the smoke-induced tears from the corners of his eyes and looked up at Li Huowang.
"No, I still don't believe you. It's illogical. It doesn't just defy logic here, it defies the logic of the world you described!"
"Your so-called time rewinding is just a guess. Reality might not be what you think!"
Li Huowang, now somewhat exhausted from all the explaining, replied, "Is logic that important? Not every world is materialistic."
"Besides, what does it matter if it's real or not? Right now, I just want to solve this problem! Do you want to be poisoned to death by Qing Wanglai again? Hmm?"
