"Mr. Fangsheng, I have already given you more than enough chances, but it is a pity that you do not seem to appreciate them properly." Ulysses' tone was exceptionally calm, as if he were speaking of the most ordinary thing in the world. Yet, in stark contrast to his composure, Fangsheng was inwardly furious while forced to remain outwardly cool.
Faced with Fangsheng's inner rage, Ulysses did not feel the slightest ripple in his heart. He could not feel even a tiny shred of pleasure from Fangsheng's fury; instead, it was replaced by a faint sense of disappointment. In his eyes, this traveler appeared so green, like a fledgling child who utterly failed to understand the world.
The initial novelty was like a faint breeze, disappearing without a trace after brushing past, leaving only an endless emptiness surging into his heart like a tide. This change made Ulysses feel somewhat unacceptable, but he did not let his emotions control him for long.
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