Yang Jian had not expected that Ye Zhen had done nothing during his half-year disappearance, merely staying alone in Fushouyuan Cemetery and wasting away. From the look of him, he seemed to have suffered a tremendous blow.
But Yang Jian did not understand what kind of blow could have turned Ye Zhen into this.
"You don't look anything like your former self now. The supernatural era has arrived. You should pull yourself together and return. There are still many things waiting for you to do."
"And you've wasted enough time already. If you keep this up, you might really become useless."
Yang Jian tried to persuade him.
Ye Zhen remained slumped on the sofa, completely motionless. He said weakly, "Sometimes being useless is pretty good too. I'm finished. Don't try to talk me out of it. Just treat Ye Zhen as having died during the fight against the King Organization."
"From now on, there will only be you, Yang Jian, in the supernatural circle. There will be no more Ye Zhen."
"What happened to you? Tell me. Perhaps I can help somehow," Yang Jian continued.
He did not want to see such a top Ghost Tamer withdraw from the supernatural circle like this. Especially at a time like this, having someone like Ye Zhen around meant one more source of stability.
"I'm fine. Nothing happened. I just suddenly remembered some things from the past," Ye Zhen said as he reached for the snacks beside the sofa.
But the snacks were a little too far away, and Ye Zhen could not reach them. In the end, he sighed and withdrew his hand, then shifted into another position and continued lying there.
"The past has already happened. Why are you wasting away over it now?" Yang Jian asked.
"This is my business.