The old researcher who was personally escorted to the Illusory Arena by Wang Jiu could no longer hear the sounds around him.
Looking at the handsome face before him, as if from a painting, and the childhood sweetheart leaning beside him, the 80-year-old old virgin felt a mix of emotions.
There was the happiness of mutual love for twenty years, the helpless confusion of a sudden emotional collapse overnight, and the humiliation when seeking an explanation... Yet, before he could clear his mind from this complex experience, he saw the man opposite raise his eyebrows and say with a tone of contempt, "Why don't you get lost, or do you need me to teach you a lesson before you know what's what? I heard you're fond of reading, did your brain end up in a cesspool?"
Upon hearing such familiar words from over fifty years ago, the old man's mind was even more disoriented, unsure of what to do.
