In the vast black night, a cold wind swept through the deep expanse of heaven and earth.
In the boundless sea of forests, a small hill stood lonely and erect.
Halfway up the mountain, on the sentry post square, everyone shivered in the cold wind, listening to the voice that came out of Xue Yong's mouth, a voice not his own.
"...My apprentice just completed a transaction.
"He exchanged ten years of his lifespan for something."
Xue Yong, as if he were a puppet on strings, moved slowly, raising his hand and offering its back to Professor Zhang.
"Exchanged ten years of lifespan for a wrinkle."
What?
The space fell silent, only the sound of the mountain wind blowing through.
Professor Zhang looked for a long time... That wrinkle should only appear on the hands of old men, not on Xue Yong's hand.
He suddenly recalled that the committee members he had just examined had old-age wrinkles on their hands.
