"Youth is truly wonderful!" Chen Yongjie exclaimed sincerely, then added, "Can you handle two at once?"0

Wang Xuan couldn't bring himself to resist teaching him a lesson.0

What's this old man with a young guy's hairdo thinking about?　　0

Chen Yongjie politely advised him not to play with fire. "Youth is great, but moderation is key."　　0

Wang Xuan's palm glowed as he held himself back from punching Chen Yongjie.　　0

"Are these… divine garments? A rare treasure of unparalleled quality… No wonder they feel familiar. Don't these belong to Maiden Fang and the Demon Lord? What did you do?!" Chen Yongjie widened his eyes.　　0

"I've just come out of seclusion. What are you thinking? I didn't go anywhere. Or should I inspect you first, to see if you’re real or fake?" Having been through a lot, Wang Xuan had returned a skeptical man.　　0

Soon, he ascertained that he had returned to the real world from the Ethereal Realm. However, he became absent-minded again while holding the two burnt edges of the garment. This time… he had brought something back.0

The physical objects were right in front of his eyes, triggering various thoughts and making him all the more confused and overwhelmed. After a moment, he looked up and saw Chen Yongjie staring at him with an odd expression, glancing at the torn piece of skirt in his hand.0

"I need some time to think," Wang Xuan said. He felt the need to contemplate...0