If simps could truly snap out of it that easily, they wouldn't be simps.
The reason Adasim wore that expression was merely because he wanted to stir even the slightest bit of sympathy in Cathy.
Sure enough...
These world-class powerhouses knew all too well what this simp Adasim was like.
That aggrieved, pitiful expression lasted only a few seconds.
Seeing that Cathy paid him no attention whatsoever, his expression returned to normal. Then he followed behind her eagerly again—wherever Cathy went, he followed.
The sight made the world-class powerhouses feel that Adasim had brought it entirely upon himself.
It was only because no other world-class powerhouse was pursuing Cathy.
Otherwise, Adasim would have had no chance at all.
Besides...
It was fortunate that Cathy was not some loose woman. Otherwise, Adasim would probably have turned into Boiling Goat—and after all that, he would still have had to rub Pleasant Goat's back.
Right now, if Cathy told Adasim to charge at the front and fight the Sovereigns of Ten Thousand Demons, he probably would not hesitate in the slightest.
"A dignified world-class powerhouse, and the president of one of the world's top ten guilds, is actually a terminally ill simp!"
"Sigh! It really makes one lament!"
"Did you see that? Even the members of his guild are utterly ashamed. This is beyond humiliating..."
The onlookers were deeply moved as well.
And just as those spectators had said, the Mystic Heaven Guild members all lowered their heads, unwilling to look at their embarrassing simp of a guild president any longer.
Adasim had originally held some hostility toward Ling Zhan.
Now that he saw Ling Zhan could not care less about Cathy, much of that hostility dissipated.
At the very least, the other man was not deliberately trying to steal his woman.
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