A spell-like chanting that was even and low surrounded the shrine. Even chant was heavy with feverish passion and darkness. It did not sound like it could be made by human throats. While being surrounded by this cage of chanting, the illusion was triggered by the scalpel in Gu Jun's hand. It pierced through the mist that blocked the past and future.
A letter filled with uneven handwriting of the foreign language appeared before his eyes like a memory fragment that he had forgotten. "I miss the days at Carlet Academy a lot. I spent my days studying medicine, submerging myself in relevant literature, discussing different topics with teachers and friends. It was truly a time lost in innocent bliss. How I wish those days would never end. But I know now that is impossible. I must admit with shame that I have failed.
