The distortion and corruption flooded into Ruonati's mind in an instant.
For the first time, his mind experienced cognitive dissonance.
He instinctively brought his hand to his forehead, "Am I a Martial Artist? What the hell is a Martial Artist? Damn it, I am a Transcendent, I'm not a Transcendent, who am I?"
He grabbed the bracelet and stumbled back several steps, the inertia of his body allowing him to pull the bracelet from He Ao's hand.
"Who am I? What is this thing?"
Then he glanced at the bracelet in his hand, and as if he had touched burning coal, he threw the bracelet back in front of He Ao.
He held his head, crouched down, his fingers digging into his soft, curly hair, as a violent scraping sound emanated, the sound of nails against his scalp.
"What on earth is this thing?"
Raising his head, dark blood threads swiftly spread in his eyes as he stared at He Ao, his voice carrying a repressed tremble.
