The scroll slowly dissipated into the air, without a trace.
Zhou Li stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and, upon feeling that he had been reset to factory settings and had reverted to the young failure of the new era, he smiled contentedly.
I'm back, everything's back.
Still such a noob, still so weak, but as long as I firmly cling to Daoist Zhuge's coattails, I can thrive in the real world.
"You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you!!!!!"
Meanwhile, Ying Yuan, who had woken up early, was hiding behind a table in the studio, revealing only her little head. Her eyes were filled with panic and confusion, but mostly a timid embarrassment.
"You came out quite quickly too,"
Zhou Li looked at Ying Yuan and waved his hand, smiling as he said to her, "The events of the World Within the Painting have concluded, Master Ying Yuan, please don't take it to heart."
