Young people's patience was always limited. After chattering away for a while and filming a few clips, the group of youngsters left.
Feng Jun could not help thinking of his own younger days. Of course, he was not old even now, but when he thought of his university years, they seemed to have happened a very, very long time ago.
In fact, that feeling was not entirely wrong. It had only been six years since he graduated from university, but adding the more than three years he had spent on the Phone Plane, it was nearly a decade.
On the Blue Star Realm, his registered age was only twenty-seven, but his actual age had already passed thirty.
As his thoughts wandered, a light rain began falling from the sky again at some point, and he immersed himself in the drizzle.
It was not until dusk was approaching that he woke from that reverie, feeling somewhat puzzled. Why had Red Sister not started clamoring about dinner?
Red Sister had been eating quite well lately. When she came back that afternoon, she had even said they would have roasted lamb leg for dinner.
Then, an inexplicable sense of danger surged through his heart. He instinctively circulated a cycle of spiritual energy, only to discover in shock that the spiritual energy within him was moving exceptionally slowly!
Since the sense of danger was not particularly intense, Feng Jun intended to take out his phone to see what was going on. Yet he found his arms so heavy they felt as if lead weights were hanging from them—just like when he was in the Mortal Realm.
"Huh? Interesting," he muttered inwardly, forcing himself to circulate his spiritual energy. After completing one cycle, he finally realized the problem: he had been poisoned!
There was poison