On the other side.
Cheng Shi stared at Long Jing before him and suddenly froze.
He had never imagined that even President Gong, who had always presented himself as an embodiment of joy, could ever look so battered.
Yes, battered was exactly the word.
Setting aside his face, etched with countless ravines by wind and frost, there was also this...
"Your eyes..." Cheng Shi said, astonishment showing on his face as he examined those cloudy eyes carefully. "You can't see?"
Long Jing smiled and nodded slightly.
That was right. He was blind. That was why, when he turned around, he had said "Take a guess" instead of simply looking.
Of course, merely losing his eyesight did not affect a player of his level all that much. After all, An Mingyu had been blind from beginning to end in this game, yet she had still survived just fine and even risen to first place on the Ladder of Audience rankings.
So Long Jing did not think much of it. He merely felt deeply moved and wanted to see how the leader of this world differed from the leader of his own.
Unfortunately, although he could sense the other party's boundless vitality, he could no longer see that smiling face which had returned from weathered maturity to innocent youth.
Cheng Shi keenly sensed the change in the other party's emotions. His expression grew rather solemn, and without wasting another second, he asked directly:
"Who has fallen?"
Compared to sitting in silence and staring at each other, Long Jing clearly preferred this brisk, businesslike style. His expression likewise turned serious as he replied:
"Time..."
"Who!!?"
Cheng Shi's pupils contracted sharply. A chill swept through his body, and a fine layer of cold sweat immediately seeped through the back of his clothes. He stared