There was a faint pain on the back of his hand, and he turned his head to look at his right hand again. A needle tube was stuck in the black back of his hand, and a life‑sustaining hormonal potion was slowly being infused into his body through the tube.
In his heart he was screaming and howling like a madman.
What have I done?
How did I become this old?
The boundless ambition of the once high‑spirited blond youth had been hacked into fragments by time, that blunt knife.
What hit him even harder was that in the blink of an eye he suddenly realized he had somehow foolishly worked himself to the bone for Li Yang for nearly twenty years, and now, before he had even had time to set foot on a warship for the grand expedition, he was already decrepit, on the verge of the grave.
He was on the verge of collapse.
The stewards of the other great families in the video conference room looked at this fellow with considerable sympathy.
