"Seventeen seconds!"
"As expected of Brother Zhou!"
"Amazing!"
The moment Ji Jue pushed open the door, he heard cheers and applause erupt from the packed lounge.
Everyone had gathered around something, as though they were playing a game.
He immediately sucked in a breath. Ever since leaving the workshop, he had never seen such dense Spiritual Substance fluctuations—emanating from every person, with alchemical equipment of all sizes. Nearly everyone had several pieces on them.
They practically glittered with treasure.
But as the door opened without so much as a knock, everyone inside turned to look at the uninvited guest, studying him in confusion. Why was someone only arriving now?
Who ordered the gigolo?
"Oh, it's lively in here."
Ji Jue shut the door behind him and smiled amicably. "What are you all playing?"
Then, in the brief silence, he heard a shocked roar that froze everyone in place.
"JI JUE!!!"
Ji Jue looked up in astonishment.
He looked over.
Then instinctively drew a deep breath.
That familiar feeling, that soul-soothing call, that heart-rending shout...
It was all back, all of it!
Here in this foreign place, where he had no one to rely on, Ji Jue was so touched he nearly burst into tears. It felt as though he had come home.
I missed you, Prison Lou!
Overjoyed, he strode forward, grabbed Lou Feng's hand, and shook it vigorously.
"Long time no see, Old Lou. How have you been?"
How the hell do you think?!
"Not good at all."
Lou Feng's face turned livid. He instinctively tried to pull free, but the hand gripping his was like an iron clamp, and he could not break loose for the moment. It only made him angrier—damn it, so what if you have Non-Aggression!
Though it really was impressive...
"You may not be