The Golden Toilet May Be Late, but It Will Never Be Absent

After seeing Fang Mo, Charles's expression became incredibly complicated.

He had been teaching the children and had not received Storm's message. Seeing Fang Mo so suddenly left him completely frozen in place.

Memories buried for years surged up like a tidal wave, as though they were about to swallow him whole.

He remembered Mystique Raven, remembered Magneto Erik, remembered the first time they had fought together. Everything still seemed vividly clear.

Unfortunately, that had all happened decades ago...

Back then, Charles had still been an ambitious young man.

Now, although he still clung to his ideals, his body had grown frail with age. After all, far too many things had happened over the past few decades—so many that Charles had nearly forgotten Fang Mo.

"You came back..."

After a long silence, Charles finally spoke in a complicated tone.

Unlike Charles's sentimental reaction, Fang Mo immediately rushed over after seeing him, staring at him with fascination and clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Damn, time really is a butcher's knife."

Fang Mo could not help saying, "A perfectly good James McAvoy, and after only this much time, he got ravaged by time into Patrick Stewart... He got old, went bald too. Sigh."

"You haven't changed at all."

Charles immediately felt a long-forgotten headache splitting through his skull. "You still love saying things no one else understands."

"Hey, it's not like I haven't changed at all."

Fang Mo chuckled and waved his hand. "It's just that compared to you, my changes aren't that obvious. Still, you've really changed a lot over the years. If you weren't bald... I would've thought I was looking at Hawking today."

"You..."

"Oh, right."

Before Charles could finish, Fang Mo suddenly slapped his forehead as if he had remembered something. Then he reached behind himself and started digging