Yi Donglai leaned against the wall, trembling as he picked up a cigarette, put it between his lips, lit it with a lighter, then took a fierce drag.
Perhaps because he had not smoked for years, Yi Donglai choked and began coughing violently.
After coughing for several seconds, his face terribly pale, he wiped the tears at the corners of his eyes caused by the smoke and looked up at Li Huowang before him.
"No, I still don't believe what you're saying. It doesn't make sense. It doesn't just defy the logic of this side—it also defies the logic of that world you spoke of!"
"The time reversal you described is only your own conjecture. Maybe reality isn't what you think it is at all!"
Li Huowang, who had worn himself out trying to persuade him, was already somewhat exhausted. "Is logic really that important? Not every world is materialistic."
"Besides, what does it matter whether it's real? I only want to deal with the trouble right now! Do you want to be poisoned to death by Qing Wanglai again? Hmm?"
Hearing that, Yi Donglai seemed to recall his previous suffering. His expression gradually twisted as both hands clutched his head with force. "Why is it like this? Why is it like this?!"
Li Huowang sighed. He walked to the door, opened it and carefully looked around. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he locked it again and returned to Yi Donglai. "Doctor Yi, you actually don't need to think so much. If it's difficult for you to understand my worldview, that's fine. You can proceed according to your own ideas."
"On my side, you're Da Nuo, and on your side, whether I'm Ji Zai or not doesn't really matter. What matters most is that our enemy is the