He was completely confused by the man's earsplitting scream.
The atmosphere around him was heavy, deep, classical, long, solemn, and mixed with sorrow and brilliance. It was like the beginning of an epic or the beating notes of a brilliant piece of music. Even he was deeply touched by the atmosphere that he created and could not control himself.
But this guy… this guy who did not fit in with the world around him, this guy whose style was completely wrong, had suddenly appeared and completely shattered the epic-like atmosphere, revealing the "fake" of this world.
He could not have been more furious. An inexplicable fury was burning in his heart.
How should he put it? For some reason, he hated the guy who called himself 'Li Yao' so much that he could not wait to kick the guy's face and shut him up.
As more and more memories and scattered light spots flooded out of his brain, he was confused. Was he himself, or… it?