The anaesthetist looked stunned. "That shouldn't happen. Elder Zhang personally prepared this anaesthetic, and the dosage was strictly per his instructions... Even a God-Maker shouldn't be able to wake up..."
Yet the little monk merely stared blankly ahead, his gaze seeming to pierce through the Steel Great Wall, through the endless ocean and the continuous cascading droplets, to see a monkey on the verge of eternal slumber.
Those naive eyes suddenly grew weathered. In that instant, an indescribable and ineffable aura emanated from the little monk, making him seem like a completely different person.
Chapter 444