Then, over the next stretch of time, the man kept consuming it. His soul slowly returned to his body, and when he woke again, he had regained his former clarity and wisdom.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Li Changsheng, who had cared for him for many days.
He was immensely grateful. None of this had anything to do with Li Changsheng, yet Li Changsheng had taken everything upon himself.
Besides, they were not particularly close. He truly could not figure out why Li Changsheng had done this or what his purpose was.
Or did Li Changsheng want something from him? But after thinking it over, he seemed to have nothing that Li Changsheng could possibly want.
What reason could Li Changsheng have for doing this? In any case, he felt deeply unsettled.
Li Changsheng seemed to have noticed his concerns, but he said nothing.
Ignoring It
The matter had been smoothly resolved. Everyone received the retribution they deserved, and Li Changsheng had sent that fellow where he belonged—beyond the Thirteenth Heaven.
That place was filled with demons and chaos. As long as Li Changsheng threw that fellow beyond the Thirteenth Heaven, whatever happened afterward would have nothing to do with him.
Just as he had said, he had spared the man's life. But how things developed afterward was no longer Li Changsheng's concern.
At that thought, the corners of Li Changsheng's mouth slowly curled upward. Trying to harm his friend?
They would have to ask whether he agreed first.
With that, the matter came to an end. Li Changsheng had thought he could finally relax and stop worrying about anything.
But trouble came one after another. One night, just as he was about to rest, Taishang Laojun hurriedly appeared before him and said,
"Something major has happened