I gripped the Time-Space Shuttle Bead tightly, and a strange energy surged into my body once again. "Wait..." I suddenly sensed something amiss. This feeling... it was...
The air was thick with the scent of conspiracy—damp, rotting, much like the wrinkles on Wei Zhongxian’s old face. I steadied myself, thinking, *This old bastard is definitely up to no good!*
Sure enough, it wasn't long before a commotion erupted outside.
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