The Taoist priest had long black hair tied up in a casual bun. He wore a clean Taoist robe, his handsome features exuding a natural charm. However, the dark circles under his eyes slightly diminished his aura, making him look a bit listless.
The priest yawned lazily and said,
"Not much to say. The state of Wudang Mountain is even worse than this."
He glanced at the group and introduced himself: "Wang Ye of the Wudang Sect. And you, sir, how should I address you?"
Zhang Chulan replied with an innocent smile, "My name is Zhang Chulan."
Wang Ye scrutinized him carefully, and his intuition as a sorcerer told him Zhang Chulan was far more complicated than he appeared.
He muttered under his breath,
"Hmm... Zhang Chulan..."
Suddenly, his gaze shifted sharply to the side. There stood a young man with white hair and striking blue eyes, casually observing the surrounding scenery.
Though the young man's expression was calm and relaxed, Wang Ye couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. It was as if an all-powerful beast was sizing up the ants before him, pondering how to create chaos for its amusement.
Wang Ye's brows furrowed. He immediately recognized who this was.
The distinctive appearance left no room for doubt—this was Alex, the recently infamous figure whose name had spread throughout the world of the gifted as the ancestral founder of the Taoist Sect.
Initially, Wang Ye had been skeptical of Alex's identity. But seeing him now, he felt a grudging belief beginning to form.
Instinctively, he prepared to retreat into his inner realm to divine information about Alex. However, just as the thought crossed his mind, the light in front of him dimmed.
Looking up, he saw Alex standing directly before him, chin resting on his hand as he observed Wang Ye thoughtfully.
"Huh," Alex mused, "The Fenghou Qimen technique does have some potential. Were it not for the world's limitations suppressing its power, it could rival abilities at the Skyfather level in the Marvel Universe.
"However," Alex continued, "it's still just a technique. Without proper cultivation of mind and life force, it's no more than a castle built on sand.
"Kid, don't even think about using your inner realm to divine information about me. If you do, the blazing sun will burst it apart."
Wang Ye froze. He didn't fully understand what Alex meant by "bursting apart," assuming instead that Alex meant the inner realm's fireball would burn him to ashes.
Listening to advice is wise.
Wang Ye abandoned his plan and instead asked Alex directly,
"Alex, are you truly the ancestral founder of the Taoist Hall?"
Recalling his own journey through time to meet the elderly Zhang Daoling, Alex nodded slightly.
"Probably... I suppose so."
Wang Ye: "???"
What kind of answer is that? Either you are, or you aren't! What does "I suppose so" even mean?
Just then, Xu Si's anxious voice broke the silence: "Hey, has anyone seen Bao Bao? Where is she?"
Alex extended a hand, pointing in a direction. "There, see? She seems to be having her fortune told."
The group turned to look and saw Feng Bao Bao sitting in front of an elderly fortune teller, holding out her hand for him to examine.
The fortune teller studied her hand briefly before exclaiming in shock,
"This is the mark of a celestial being! Young lady, your palm reveals that you are destined for great wealth, longevity, and prosperity!"
Feng Bao Bao's interest was piqued. She thought to herself, This old man must truly be a master to discern so much about my destiny.
"Celestial being, great wealth, and long life… That sounds just like me," she said with a serious expression. Then, she asked solemnly, "Old monk, you're spot on. I have no special talents, but I do know how to live a long time."
A glint of cunning flashed in the old monk's eyes.
Ah, such a gullible girl is rare these days.
Adopting an air of profound mystery, he sighed and said, "Ah, very well. I hadn't intended for this item to see the light of day, but since we are fated to meet…"
The old monk took out a string of prayer beads with distinct Buddhist features, smiling mysteriously as he said: "A heavenly artifact, the Crimson Glaze Beads. This is a sacred treasure crafted by my grandmaster using the scales of a Fire Qilin. Not for 98,000, not for 9,800, but just 988!"
Feng Bao Bao stared intently at the Crimson Glaze Beads. She eagerly pulled ten red bills from her pocket, her face full of anticipation: "I want it! I want it! I want it!"
At that moment, Xu San approached the monk, stopping Feng Bao Bao and explaining to her that she was being deceived.
The con-artist monk sighed upon seeing this. He realized this deal was a bust.
Just then, a figure with white hair and blue eyes walked up to him. The young man handed him a 20-yuan bill and asked: "Will twenty do?"
The con-artist monk immediately handed the so-called Crimson Glaze Beads to Alex, grabbed the 20-yuan bill, and ran off as if terrified Alex might change his mind.
Xu San, seeing Alex had bought it, remarked, "Alex, you must know this is fake, right?"
Alex gave a mysterious smile, letting an invisible energy flow into the Crimson Glaze Beads, altering its essence. He replied casually,
"No, it's real now."
He tossed the Crimson Glaze Beads to Feng Bao Bao, who had been staring at it intently, and then turned to walk away.
As the Crimson Glaze Beads landed in Feng Bao Bao's hands, they emitted a dazzling golden-red glow, radiating such brilliance that they temporarily outshone the sun itself.
Feng Bao Bao quickly placed the beads around her neck, and immediately she felt a mysterious energy flowing through her body, enhancing her constitution and strengthening her from the inside out. At the same time, a divine ability emerged in her mind: when activated, she could transform into a golden Buddha!
Overjoyed, Feng Bao Bao beamed with excitement, a rare expression of delight. She pouted slightly and said to Xu San with mock annoyance,
"See, Xu San? I told you it was real, and you didn't believe me. Now you see how amazing I am!"
Xu San remained silent for a long moment, staring in disbelief at the Crimson Glaze Beads around Feng Bao Bao's neck.
Just moments ago, he had been completely certain they were ordinary prayer beads. Yet now, those same beads had transformed into the genuine Crimson Glaze Beads, radiating an unparalleled sacred aura.
He trusted his initial judgment, but the reality before him was undeniable. That left only one explanation:
The ordinary beads had been transformed into the real Crimson Glaze Beads during the brief moment they were in Alex's hands.
Hearing Xu San's explanation, Zhang Chulan and the others came over, stunned by what they had just learned.
This was the very embodiment of the saying: "When touched by the hands of an immortal, even the mundane becomes extraordinary."
To ordinary people, even the smallest act of goodwill from an immortal was an immense blessing.
Without hesitation, Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye rushed toward Alex, shouting, "Alex! Alex! We want one too! Please give us something!"
But Alex, ever the playful trickster, reveled in creating chaos for his own amusement. He lived by one principle: give freely when no one asks, but withhold it when begged.
So, no matter how hard Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye pleaded, Alex didn't grant their request, leaving them utterly disappointed.
As Alex, Xu San, and Xu Si continued walking ahead, Wang Ye suddenly stopped and looked ahead. Turning to Zhang Chulan, he said, "Weren't you looking for the old taoist Master? He's right over there!"
…
Wang Ye pointed to a tall, elderly man with white hair and eyebrows, standing in front of a camera and striking a casual peace sign.
The old man had a kind face and a youthful energy, exuding a unique sense of approachability.
But Alex knew better.
This old Heavenly Master wasn't always like this.
In his younger days, he wasn't the old Master—he was Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang!
After the total amount of Qi between heaven and earth increased tenfold, the old Master, whose cultivation had already reached perfection, experienced another breakthrough. Now, his strength had likely reached an unprecedented realm.
He had already sensed the Qi of Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan and turned to approach them, intending to answer some of Zhang Chulan's lingering doubts.
But suddenly, his movements halted.
In his perception, someone appeared before him without leaving the slightest trace—a man with white hair and blue eyes, exuding an air of arrogance that surpassed even his own youthful vigor. This wasn't just arrogance toward others; it was a disdain for the entire world itself.
The old Master, with his profound cultivation, could keenly perceive this man's overwhelming confidence.
Turning slightly, he glanced at Zhang Lingyu beside him. As expected, Zhang Lingyu's face had gone pale, his eyes filled with fear as he stared at the figure in the distance. However, as he continued to gaze, a strange transformation occurred—his face grew flush with determination.
The old Master nodded subtly. Zhang Lingyu's talent was undeniable, though his temperament needed tempering.
His defeat at the hands of Alex had shattered his spirit. Yet now, from the ruins of his broken confidence, a more resilient will was beginning to emerge. He had overcome his fear, and his future cultivation would progress rapidly, unhindered by any barriers.
When Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan approached to pay their respects, the old Master stopped them.
As the head of the Sect, he adhered to tradition and hierarchy. Until he had formally greeted his elder, he could not accept the salutes of the younger generation.
Thus, he bypassed the two of them and stood before Alex. Bowing deeply, he said: "Zhang Zhiwei, the 65th Longhu Mountain's Taoist Master Hall, pays respects to our ancestral master, Alex."
His bow stunned everyone present.
The ordinary onlookers, unaware of the deeper truths of the world, were simply puzzled. Why was this venerable old man, over a century in age, addressing a man seemingly in his twenties as "ancestral master"?
Even if his status were extraordinary, could it truly justify the title of "ancestral master"?
However, those privy to the secrets of the otherworldly community understood the gravity of this gesture.
This bow symbolized the Sect's full and official recognition of Alex's identity. It acknowledged him as the ancestral founder of their sect, confirming his claims of ascension and immortality.
More significantly, it validated the existence of immortality and celestial beings, raising the ceiling of what was possible in their world. Immortality, invincibility, and eternal life were no longer mere myths.
Observing the old Master's respectful bow, Alex nodded, sensing the crowd's shock and emotional turmoil. He felt a surge of satisfaction.
Yes, this performance was flawless—he'd give himself a perfect score.
Feeling pleased, Alex reached out, placing his hand on the old Master's head. Activating his reverse cursed technique, he began enhancing the old man's abilities.
He said: "Impressive. To cultivate to such a level under the limited spiritual energy of this world is no small feat. Even among countless realms, you would be considered a true genius.
"However, you've wasted too much time and energy over the years. Even with the recent surge in spiritual energy, it would be difficult for you to break through to the realm of true immortality.
"But… you are, after all, a descendant of my sect. I'm not one to neglect my own, so let me help you defy the heavens and rewrite your destiny!"
"Now, I shall strip away the marks left by the river of time upon your body, dispel all postnatal impurities, reverse your constitution to its innate state, and help you step into the realm of eternal life!"
With the activation of RCT, Alex altered the old man's physical state, healing the hidden injuries accumulated over years of training and battles. An invisible force manipulated the flow of time around him, reversing its effects on his body.
Before everyone's eyes, the old Master's transformation was nothing short of miraculous. His wrinkles disappeared, leaving behind smooth, youthful skin. His once white hair and beard darkened, regaining their original vibrance. Even his stature changed; already towering at 190 cm, his height extended further, reaching nearly two meters.
His aura grew profoundly intense, as if radiating a divine brilliance. A golden light enveloped his body, making him resemble a living statue of pure gold.
An indescribable, overwhelming presence emanated from him, spreading across the area.
Weak-willed individuals within a kilometer radius collapsed, their eyes rolling back as they fainted from the sheer pressure.
The old Master's essence had ascended—he had become an immortal, stepping into the legendary realm of eternal youth and life.
If he existed within the Marvel universe, such a state could only be described as that of a Skyfather!
When the transformation concluded, a rejuvenated Master stood before everyone. No longer the venerable elder they knew, he could now be referred to as the young Zhang Zhiwei!
Zhang Lingyu, witnessing the unimaginable, approached his master with trembling steps, his voice shaking as he asked,
"Master, are you still… you?"
Zhang Zhiwei understood his disciple's concerns. Zhang Lingyu feared Alex had altered his mind or essence, making him someone entirely different.
With a smile, Zhang Zhiwei reached out and patted Zhang Lingyu on the head, saying, "Lingyu, I am still me. Only my exterior has changed—my essence remains untouched. You must learn to look beyond appearances and see the truth within."
Hearing this familiar teaching, Zhang Lingyu was finally reassured. The wisdom and spirit of his master were unaltered.
With relief, he asked, "Master, how do you feel now?"
Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes, concentrating for a moment before responding with astonishment,
"Good. Very good. I've never felt this good in my life!"
Every meridian in his body had expanded a thousandfold, every cell now possessing infinite regenerative properties. Even the energy—Qi—within him had undergone a fundamental transformation, becoming something far greater.
Complex emotions filled Zhang Zhiwei's expression as he reflected. The path to immortality, which he had sought for a lifetime, had been granted so effortlessly.
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Sensing the boundless vitality coursing through his body, like the surging waters of a mighty river, and marveling at the incredible advancement of his life force cultivation, Zhang Zhiwei deeply bowed to Alex and said:
"Thank you, Grandmaster, for your blessings!"
Alex waved his hand nonchalantly and replied:
"No need. You were born with such talent—it was simply suppressed by the limitations of this world.
All I did was help you unleash your full potential. However, even now, this is not your true limit.
I hope you will continue to strive, refine your life force, surpass the likes of the Golden Light Incantation and the YangFive Thunders, and carve out your own path.
My expectations for you are quite high. If possible, I hope you can reach the pinnacle of the Skyfather level.
And, if you could step into the realm of a Single Universe level being, that would be even better!"
Seeing Zhang Zhiwei's confusion at Alex's words, Zhang Chulan quickly repeated Alex's previous explanation, helping the old Celestial Master understand what the Skyfather and Single Universe levels represented.
"To think such powerful beings truly exist. Even a Single Universe-level being must possess strength far beyond that of an immortal, right?"
Contemplating this, Zhang Zhiwei once again bowed to Alex and asked:
"Then, Grandmaster, may I ask what level your own cultivation has reached?"
Alex glanced at the system panel, where his Third Tree: Abyss Skill was on the verge of leveling up again. Smiling, he replied:
"Almost Multiverse-level, I'd say."
At this revelation, everyone present finally understood—they were standing in the presence of a being who could easily destroy an entire universe.
Ignoring their shock, Alex seemed to recall something and continued:
"As for the changes in yourself, announce to the world that you had a sudden epiphany and broke through in your cultivation. Don't mention me.
Heh, it seems someone has taken an interest in me. We wouldn't want to scare off those little mice, now, would we?"
Hearing Alex's cryptic remark, the others were puzzled, but Zhang Zhiwei immediately understood the implication.
Could it be… Wang Ai?
Still, with the Grandmaster's orders, even Zhang Zhiwei dared not disobey. He promptly replied:
"Rest assured, Grandmaster. I understand!"
Although Wang Ai had been his friend for over a century, if Wang Ai chose to court disaster, Zhang Zhiwei knew he couldn't stop him.
Now, all he could do was hope that Wang Ai would resist the temptation posed by the Grandmaster's displayed abilities and refrain from provoking him.
If not, Zhang Zhiwei could only help Wang Ai collect his remains.
...
Later, Zhang Chulan approached Zhang Zhiwei to inquire about the truth behind the Koshin War. However, Zhang Zhiwei declined to answer, stating that the war was closely tied to the Taoist Master's succession system. He added that if Zhang Chulan could become the Taoist Master, the answers would naturally be revealed to him.
Frustrated, Zhang Chulan had no choice but to leave.
When he spotted Alex nearby, casually playing with Feng Baobao, his eyes lit up. Rushing over, he asked:
"Immortal Master, do you know what really happened during the Koshin War?"
Alex responded matter-of-factly:
"At that time, I hadn't returned to this world yet. How could I possibly know what happened?"
Zhang Chulan nodded with some disappointment:
"Maybe, after all, you weren't even there."
However, Alex continued:
"But for someone like me, nothing that has ever happened in this world remains a secret. Even if I don't know, I could reverse time and investigate."
Hearing this, Zhang Chulan's hope reignited. He quickly asked:
"Then, Immortal Master, could you tell me what really happened during the war?"
Alex deliberately dangled the mystery:
"Hmm, it's not impossible..."
"Please, please, Immortal Master, tell me! This is really important to me!"
But suddenly, Alex's tone shifted:
"However, I think the unknown is far more interesting, don't you agree? So, I won't actively look into the truth behind the war."
Zhang Chulan immediately realized he had been played by Alex.
No, perhaps it wasn't exactly teasing; Alex simply found it amusing.
To Alex, Zhang Chulan's anxious expression was amusing, the unknown rebellion was amusing, and the prospect of endless changes and mysteries was just as amusing.
As long as the world wasn't a stagnant pool of still water, clear and lifeless, everything was fine.
If anyone else had mocked him like this, Zhang Chulan would have cursed them out long ago. But faced with Alex, he didn't dare.
Instead, he forced a smile and said:
"The Immortal Master truly has refined taste..."
Alex chuckled, then smacked Zhang Chulan on the head with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes:
"Don't curse me in your heart. I can hear that too!"
Zhang Chulan: "!!!"
"Aah, Immortal Master, I was wrong! Stop hitting me, please!"
...
The group continued toward the back mountain. The environment around them grew increasingly untamed, with no signs of human construction.
As they emerged from the forest, a steep cliff loomed ahead, blocking their path. The only way across was a series of ropes stretched between the cliffs. Below them yawned a deep, seemingly bottomless chasm.
As the group approached, a young Taoist greeted them and explained:
"To reach the back mountain, this is the only path. If you have no other means, you'll have to cross here."
Zhang Chulan stared at the ropes spanning the chasm, swallowing nervously. He hesitated to step forward.
Good grief, he thought, just a short while ago, I was an ordinary college student. How did my life turn into a wuxia drama?
"Why does the Taoist Master's estate keep setting up such useless things?" a voice suddenly echoed from behind him, expressing his exact thoughts.
He turned to see a group of three approaching—two men and one woman. One man was casually eating instant noodles as he walked, the woman fanned him diligently, while a third man in a suit kept his distance, clearly pretending not to know them.
When they reached the cliff, the noodle-eating man said to the woman beside him:
"Hey sis, hold on tight. We're crossing over!"
The woman immediately clung to him.
"Got it, big bro. Love you, muah!"
With that, the three of them leaped into the air toward the other side.
But as the noodle-eating man landed and turned to greet Xu San and Xu Si on the far side, he realized something was wrong.
He was still standing on the original side of the cliff.
It was as though his leap to the other side had been an illusion, and he had somehow returned to his starting point.
Looking across the chasm, he saw that his sister had indeed made it to the other side. This confirmed that he had crossed the gap—it wasn't a delusion. But something had happened to send him back.
At that moment, Alex stepped up beside him, pointed at the empty cup of noodles he had discarded on the ground, and smacked him on the head.
"Don't litter. Pick it up!"
The man opened his mouth to protest, but when he turned and saw Alex's face, he remembered the rumors circulating in the world of the gifted.
His anger vanished instantly, replaced by a beaming smile.
"Apologies, brother! I'll pick it up right away!"
He hurriedly picked up the discarded cup and glanced nervously at Alex. Seeing that Alex was no longer paying attention to him, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaped across again.
This time, he made it to the other side without issue.
Before he could say anything, his sister and brother grabbed him and pulled him away, running until they were far from the cliff.
When they finally stopped, the noodle-eating man asked his sister:
"Hey sis, what just happened? Why did I suddenly end up back where I started?
And did you get the feeling that guy just now looked really familiar? Doesn't he remind you of the figure from the recent rumors in the outcast community?"
The younger sister and younger brother gasped for breath. Eventually, it was the sister who answered the man's question:
"Brother, that man was terrifying.
All he did was glance at you, and it was as if you lost your soul. Your time seemed to rewind, bringing you back to the spot where you first leapt toward the cliff."
The younger brother chimed in:
"Such a horrifying ability can only belong to one person—the famous Alex, the Great Love Immortal, who's been making waves in the outcast world recently.
The power to manipulate time like that is something only a being of his caliber could achieve. Not even the Old Master could bend time like that!"
Hearing his siblings' words, the man grew even more uneasy. Moments ago, all he had noticed was a brief flicker before he found himself back where he started.
But from what his sister said, time had continued to pass while he remained unaware.
He immediately said, "We should keep our distance from that Immortal. He's too terrifying..."
Both siblings nodded fervently:
"Funny, we were just thinking the same thing!"
...
Back at the cliff, Zhang Chulan asked Alex what had just happened. Alex replied:
"For someone of my level, manipulating the flow of time and space is normal. So, reversing time? Also perfectly normal."
Zhang Chulan had no words and could only nod repeatedly: "Normal, normal. Totally normal. Anyone who says otherwise will have to deal with me!"
Later, a family of three also crossed the cliff. It seemed they weren't the first, as several other gifted individuals soon followed, each successfully reaching the opposite side.
Even though Zhang Chulan was terrified, he had no choice but to proceed. He didn't want to lose his eligibility for the tournament before even arriving.
As Zhang Chulan crawled along the ropes like a caterpillar, Alex leisurely walked through the air, standing as if on an invisible bridge.
Zhang Chulan shamelessly pleaded:
"Immortal Master, could you help me out and carry me across?"
Seeing Zhang Chulan's request, Alex's face lit up with a mischievous grin—the kind only a true troublemaker could muster.
"Are you sure?" Alex asked.
Noticing the strange smile, Zhang Chulan immediately shook his head:
"Never mind, never mind. I'll go across on my own."
He suddenly realized that letting Alex carry him across might be more dangerous than climbing the ropes himself.
When everyone finally reached the other side, something unexpected happened. Possibly due to a butterfly effect caused by Alex's presence, the character Jia Zhengliang, who was supposed to appear, never showed up.
As the group steadied themselves, two figures with white hair approached from the distance. They stopped nearby.
The two were Feng Shayan and Feng Xingtong from the Tengekai.
After some polite exchanges with Zhang Chulan and the others, Feng Shayan suddenly turned to Alex and said:
"So, this is the famous Alex, the Immortal? Are you really the ancestor of the Taoist Master estate?"
Hearing her address him, Alex immediately realized her intentions. With a sly smile, he said:
"Let me guess—Feng Zhenghao sent you to try and charm me into joining the Tengekai?
But he's underestimated me. Do you think I, Alex, would be swayed by a mere beauty? It would take at least ten!"
Seeing Alex expose her intentions so directly, Feng Shayan stopped pretending.
She approached Alex, hugged him, and said:
"How about this? Join the Tengekai, and we'll make sure you have a new beauty every day.
And, of course, I'm yours too!"
For Feng Shayan, Alex's value was so immense that she was willing to sacrifice her dignity.
After all, recruiting an immortal into the Tengekai would make it the most powerful faction in the outcast world. At that point, families like the Wang Clan or the Four Great Clans would be nothing more than ants.
The crises currently facing the Tengekai would disappear, and her father wouldn't have to constantly struggle to keep everything together.
Faced with such a simplistic temptation, Alex shook his head and said:
"Tsk, tsk. You can't be serious. You didn't actually think ten beauties would be enough to sway me, did you? I was joking.
But let's flip the script. How about this—you join me instead? Join my Multiversal Travelers Alliance!"
Hearing Alex's words, not just Feng Shayan, but everyone present, looked bewildered.
"Multiversal Travelers Alliance? What is that supposed to mean?"
Alex smiled and turned to Zhang Chulan.
"Zhang Chulan, why don't you explain it? You're probably already on the right track—it's exactly what it sounds like."
"What the heck?! Is this real?!" Zhang Chulan felt goosebumps spread across his entire body. He couldn't contain his excitement, flailing his arms and pacing erratically.
"Wait a second—is this really what I think it is?!"
Seeing Alex nod in confirmation again, Zhang Chulan completely lost it, laughing maniacally and moving like a madman.
Feng Shayan massaged her temples in frustration. Once Zhang Chulan calmed down a bit, she asked:
"So... what exactly does the Multiversal Travelers Alliance mean?"
Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and explained:
"If we take it at face value, it's an alliance of travelers who can cross between different universes.
This means this organization can venture into countless worlds for exploration and adventure.
But, uh... Immortal Master, my most beloved and respected lord, could you explain what you mean by 'traveler'?"
Alex waved his hand dismissively.
"Calm down. It's just the multiverse—nothing too crazy.
Zhang Chulan's explanation is pretty spot-on. The Multiversal Travelers Alliance I'm creating is a powerful organization spanning countless worlds.
Our main focus will be creating travelers—giving people the opportunity to experience different lives and adventures across various dimensions."
Once his suspicions were confirmed, Zhang Chulan didn't hesitate for even a second.
"I'm in! I'm in! Immortal Master, from now on, you're my eternal leader—no, my eternal godfather!"
Alex frowned.
"Who's your godfather? Don't push your luck. Just call me 'Boss.'"
Hearing this, Zhang Chulan grinned from ear to ear and shouted enthusiastically:
"Boss is invincible! Long live the Boss!"
By now, even Feng Baobao, who didn't read novels, understood what the Multiversal Travelers Alliance was all about. Without hesitation, she chimed in:
"I'm joining too! Count me in!"
In the end, Alex promised that when the time came for him to leave this universe, he would take them all with him.
Suddenly, Feng Xingtong asked:
"If we leave this world, will we ever have the chance to come back?"
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