Liang's nose began to bleed, a sudden surge of electrifying energy coursing through his mind. The weight of two hundred thousand years of memories pressed upon him, a vast expanse of experiences that dwarfed his comparatively meager existence of just over one thousand years.
"Bloody hell," Liang muttered under his breath, wiping the blood from his nose. "Was this old man the reincarnation of a cursed pig or something ?"
Shaking off the disorientation, Liang opened his eyes, the remnants of the old man memories still flickering in his consciousness. Despite the overwhelming flood of information, he acknowledged that he had gleaned what he needed for the present moment. The geography of Floria, the nuances of the planet, and the knowledge of powerful experts within the solar system had all seeped into his own mind. It was a valuable trove of informations.
