Baiyin frowned again and said nothing.
That was exactly why she felt for Wang Yi.
A player's physical condition peaked between the ages of 28 and 32. Those five years were the prime of their career.
After that, their physical condition naturally declined with each passing year.
But Wang Yi's decline from last year to this year had been a little too fast.
At this rate, he might not even make it to forty. By the time he was thirty-eight or, at most, thirty-nine, he might already be down to an ordinary player's level.
That was what made Baiyin feel for him the most.
It was like watching a general who, in his youth, had been magnificent, commanding vast armies and cutting a swath through the battlefield, revered by thousands.
Then, in old age, he stooped over a cane, his hair sparse, his eyes clouded, and only a few teeth left.
When you saw a general so near the end of his days, then remembered the magnificent figure who once roamed the battlefield, wouldn't you feel for him?
Wang Yi understood how Baiyin felt. He smiled and waved a hand.
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of the natural order. I'll play for another couple of years. If I can no longer dominate, I'll retire. I'll never allow myself to go through a game without scoring 20 points."
Only then did Baiyin's frown ease. "That's true."
That evening, once again at the prime-time slot of 7:30, the two teams' Eastern Conference Finals Game 6 was held at the Hornets' home court, Spectrum Center, in Charlotte.
The Hornets came out with their anger at full throttle, every player giving it everything.
Even the Raptors' 5-D lineup was having trouble containing them.
The Hornets scored 40 points in the first