Even the most difficult past had been destroyed in those ultimate years.
His two pitch-black eyes reflected Jian Wushuang's past life.
"Don't look into my eyes. With your shallow experience, you'll easily get lost in an illusion," the black-water-robed figure who called himself Old Master warned in a deep voice.
Jian Wushuang suddenly woke up from the swamp-like memory and his temples were covered in sweat.
It was too strange and terrifying. What kind of existence was this old man?
"Kid, don't try to figure me out. I can easily see through your thoughts." A smile appeared on the old man's sickly and pale face.
Jian Wushuang quickly abandoned all distracting thoughts and guarded his heart.
"You're the only person I like other than my friends. So, I'm going to help you once," Old Master said indifferently.
"Help me once? How can you help?" Jian Wushuang was confused and did not know what to do.
