Hils appeared somewhat old and frail, trembling as he lay at Hell's Edge, like a dying-old man, with wrinkled skin, graying hair, and a face full of age spots.
He struggled to sit up, raised his head, and looked at Mr. Su Bai, who was walking towards him, step by step.
The present him and the current Mr. Su Bai formed a stark contrast,
one full of vigor, having just proven the Way, breaking fate, and even transcending the broadcast,
while the other was almost a dried-up husk of a man, teetering on the brink.
For Hils, who valued face greatly, especially in front of Mr. Su Bai, this was indeed a hard pill to swallow.
After all, when they first met at the Land of Western Proof, Hils faced Mr. Su Bai with the demeanor of half a big brother or half a mentor. At that time, Hils considered Mr. Su Bai as someone crude in the control and use of power, holding a strong psychological advantage himself.
