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A crisp slap rang out as Chen Weizhe unceremoniously struck Zuo Tinggang on the left arm while he was still sunk in that doomsday vision, his face nearly twisted out of shape.
The blow made Zuo Tinggang jolt hard, as if waking from a nightmare, and his unfocused eyes quickly sharpened.
Chen Weizhe curled his lips, his tone carrying a bit of teasing mockery. "What's wrong? Scared stupid? Look at that blank face of yours. You've been out of it for minutes. Classic case of your soul flying off, buddy!"
Zuo Tinggang came back to himself and subconsciously wiped the ice-cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, a trace of exhaustion in his voice. "A little... For that instant just now, I thought about how most of the Soul Master World's comrades and inheritances might vanish in the future. That sense of powerlessness... it really was hard to bear."
As a Titled Douluo, he would not normally have lost his composure like this, but who told him to have his defenses broken just now?
Chen Weizhe clicked his tongue and patted his shoulder. "Look at you, worrying so much. You've got a prince's fate but a emperor's worries. All right, look on the bright side. Shouldn't you be thanking the Chen Clan too?"
He jerked his chin toward the ground below. "If it weren't for those Old Foxes of the Chen Clan, whether they stumbled into it by accident or planned it all out, and figured out the foundation of that evil array, our entire Soul Master World—including us two—would probably still be kept in the dark like fools, maybe even raised as blood bags for them!"
Zuo Tinggang let out a long breath and steadied himself.