After returning to Aryadovi City, Gu Xi felt as if he had lost all drive. He could not muster any energy for anything, nor did he want to do anything.
After all, the few important matters on Gu Xi's plate could now be considered finished.
Meanwhile, the great war over in the Real World had only just begun. Without ten or eight years, it simply could not truly break out in full.
If Gu Xi had the mind to, he could absolutely use this time to grind the game a little.
He could raise his own level.
But for some reason, Gu Xi did not have the slightest motivation now.
He just wanted to lie around in Aryadovi City and wait for the Real World's great war to pass.
But Gu Xi understood that he could not do that. He forced himself to rally, had his subordinates report on what had happened during this period, and prepared to use work to stimulate his spirit so he would not keep sinking into such decadence.
Yet the more Gu Xi did this, the more dispirited he felt.
Every day, he even wanted to collapse back to sleep the moment he opened his eyes.
One or two days was still fine, but after a week, Gu Xi's subordinates all felt that something was not quite right with his condition.
They discussed it, and in the end, Lingxi found a way to enter Gu Xi's dream to persuade him.
"My lord, your condition seems a little off. Why don't you try prolonging your life and see if something is wrong somewhere.
"If not, then go hide for a while in Death's territory."
At this moment, Gu Xi's dream was not like it usually was. Instead, it carried a gloomy feeling, as if dawn were