"Old Ping," Xia Wei said, his voice tinged with concern, "stay close to me. I have a foreboding sense about this appointment." His words echoed the unease that had settled within him. Old Ping, as if recalling a distant memory, recounted the strange event with his mouth. The rest of the guardians glanced at him, their faces filled with confusion, until Old Ping's next explanation clicked their tongues in unison.
Meanwhile, Xia Wei, the young man in question, found himself assaulted by a sudden torrent of emotions after venting all his frustration. It was as if everything that had transpired in that 'world' played out in his mind, but with a resolute determination, he allowed those memories to crumble and fade into darkness.
Yes, anger consumed him. Qian Ya's words had struck a chord, pushing him beyond his limits. The sudden outburst was a consequence of his normally calm and controlled mind slipping from his grasp.
