Is there something wrong with Gao Jue at this moment?
Nobody knows, except for Han Yu, who is already in the know. Everyone else is now anxiously watching the immature figure slowly getting up.
Gao Jue seems to be adapting to this suddenly changed world. The voices in his mind have not dissipated, and various noisy sounds continue to be heard, but he is no longer in pain.
On the contrary, it feels like this quiet world has come alive.
"Gao Jue, Gao Jue."
Gao Feng shouted a few times from the side, finding that he had no reaction at all, and couldn't help but feel anxious.
Seeing this, Han Yu hurriedly pulled him aside, about ten meters away, and then said.
"Old sir, don't forget the side effects, try again."
Gao Feng, out of concern, had already put the side effects aside. After Han Yu's reminder, his old face reddened slightly, and he then tried calling out again.
"Gao Jue, Gao Jue."
