"I... what's wrong with me?"
In the early morning, Wang Qi climbed out of bed with some difficulty, feeling an abnormal heat within him that set him into a slight panic.
"Your illness has flared up," came the voice of Gu Shanhai.
"Illness? That's impossible, don't I already possess Transcendent abilities? How could I still get sick?" Wang Qi got up and gulped down a mouthful of water, but the weakness, heat, and mental languor persisted.
"Yes, if it weren't for the help of your Transcendent abilities, you would have had an outbreak months ago." Gu Shanhai knew the terminal illness wasn't simple—it was not only a motivation for Wang Qi to move forward but also possibly the precursor to his Golden Finger and his future new system.
"I..." Wang Qi felt extremely stifled. He had stepped onto the path of the Transcendent, and everything had been running toward a glorious future. Now, to his dismay, he was about to die.
