Thirteen years later.
Tiger Soul Research Institute, Training Room.
After finishing his breathing exercise, Feng Qi walked over to the sofa and sat down, reaching for the Mental Soothing Potion placed before him.
But before drinking it, he suddenly stopped.
Looking at the pale red liquid inside the transparent glass bottle, he felt a surge of resistance.
The Mental Soothing Potion had become a necessity in his life, effectively easing the pressure on his mind.
But Wei Wei had said that prolonged use of the Mental Soothing Potion would also burden the body.
The Feng Qi on the Main Timeline could ignore that, since his special physique could cleanse the hidden dangers brought by the Mental Soothing Potion.
But the Feng Qi on the Sacrifice Timeline was merely an ordinary person.
The toxins from the Mental Soothing Potion accumulated within his body. His metabolism could only expel part of them, never completely eliminate them.
If he continued taking the Mental Soothing Potion, his body would deteriorate further.
After hesitating for a long time, he put down the Mental Soothing Potion.
Survival was what he pursued. No matter how painful the wounds in his mind were, they were still better than physical decline.
Taking a deep breath, he lay down on the sofa as countless scenes surfaced in his mind.
Without the suppression of the Mental Soothing Potion, memories began flooding out uncontrollably.
As a headache set in, he opened his eyes and walked out of the Training Room.
Some time later, Feng Qi appeared on the rooftop of Tiger Soul Tower.
A breeze brushed against his face. He lifted his head to look at the sky. The sun was setting beyond the western hills, and the evening clouds filled the horizon.
Countless memories continued to surge forth.
Standing at the