Wang Yu Cried Again! Jun Tianlin Had a Headache!

Jun Tianlin slowly lowered his head and looked at his hands. He did not know how much time had passed; he had even forgotten about the Takamagahara Grand Competition. At this moment, Jun Tianlin finally felt that he had the qualifications to stand at Takamagahara's peak.

Or rather, Jun Tianlin's strength had finally given him a faint sense of security. But why had his skin not aged as he had imagined? They were still the same fair hands, without a single wrinkle. Jun Tianlin slowly raised his hands again and touched his face. There were not many wrinkles there either. He was still as refined and youthful as before.

"So... it was only my illusion?" Jun Tianlin stood there blankly for a long while before finally uttering those words.

Seeing Jun Tianlin like this, Wang Yu's heart ached as well. She did not know what the powerful man in black robes before her had just gone through, but watching him foolishly touch his face and stare at his hands, she suddenly felt as though her heart had been pierced—an aching, stabbing pain.

Yet Wang Yu did not disturb the dazed Jun Tianlin. She merely stood there foolishly as well, quietly watching him with reddened eyes. She knew that the man before her was too tired. The enormous pressure had nearly left him unable to breathe. He was someone unwilling to settle for an ordinary life, but the more a person was like that, the more they had to give.

Why had Jun Tianlin come this far, step by step? Ever since the Divine Lord Realm, had it not all been so that he could live a good life and survive in peace? As Wang Yu thought of this, her eyes could not help turning red.

Jun Tianlin was still standing