Zhou ZiYi's speaking pace was normal at first, but as he kept talking, he became increasingly unrestrained.
Afterward, his speaking speed was so fast that it was as if it had accelerated tenfold. Wang could only hear a series of whistling sounds, completely unable to make out a single word of what the other was saying.
Ten or so minutes flew by in an instant, and it was at this point that Zhou ZiYi closed his mouth, satisfied, and said to Wang, "That's it, my story is just like this. Immortal, which part did you like best? Was it the part where I dressed as a woman, or the part where my sister dressed as a man?"
"Your family tradition really runs in the blood. It's a pity, I have to leave now; I'll come see you later. Bye."
"Eh, Immortal?"
Zhou ZiYi watched with wide eyes as Wang left, and the vortex capable of tearing the world apart also appeared right away, starting to destroy this world.
