Darkness surrounded Ye Qingxuan.
Reliving the sensation of almost dying once more, he had to say that it felt quite nostalgic. The pain had disappeared by then, as Ye Qingxuan cast his consciousness into a sealed dream, causing all the external disturbances to fade into the distance. In the empty dream, even the flow of time slowed down.
It was enough for him to break away from anger and remain cool-headed.
Then, he started thinking anew.
Fortunately, Shi Dong is not here. The old devil has never bothered to save me any face, and he always taunts me cynically. If he sees my miserable state, he'll definitely be gloating, won't he? Ye Qingxuan could even imagine the exultant expression on Shi Dong's old face. See, I've reminded you of it before, but you've never taken my words to your heart.
Have you gotten the name list of spare firewood ready?
Don't forget to purge the nation.
Who can you trust?