Zheng Yunzhou and Daoist Cui stood guard at the door for two hours, watching Deng Yunhe flail at thin air, making them itch to punch someone in the face.
Finally, after two hours, the hallucination before Deng Yunhe dissipated, and he collapsed weakly to the ground, as if he had just tilled ten acres of land, his face visibly thinner.
Turning his head towards the door, he saw Zheng Yunzhou and Daoist Cui's constipated expressions, and in the distance, Ning Yu suppressing her anger, along with Yao Li sitting by the boat with a smiling gaze at him.
For some reason, upon seeing Yao Li, his heart felt a bit weak, and all previous thoughts vanished.
"Wh... what's wrong with me?" His voice was so weak that he couldn't believe it came from him.
