Dialectics

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations to you too!"

Zhang Xuezhou finally saw Wang Haoran.

Wang Haoran had dragged his sick body here to attend Zhang Xuezhou's lecture and review. He was clearly a loyal friend.

Hearing Wang Haoran's congratulations, Zhang Xuezhou cupped his fists and returned them.

"Feeling any better?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I feel like I'm under enormous pressure," Wang Haoran said dejectedly. "I saw Old Ren again. He was as full of high spirits as he was back then, but I know that wasn't the real Old Ren!"

"You think Professor Ren lives among us, so you should believe he exists. What did you two talk about?" Zhang Xuezhou asked with interest.

"Our vanished youth!"

Wang Haoran smiled bitterly.

Every time Wang Haoran saw Ren Yisheng, he was alone. He felt that he was the only one who could save Ren Yisheng, and the pressure was immense.

He had been to the Jishi Medical Center in the Academy District, where Ren Yisheng was frozen and well preserved.

But Wang Haoran couldn't think of a way to wake Ren Yisheng.

Half his illness came from fright, and the other half from the mental exhaustion of being unable to save him.

Even though his cultivation had already touched the true spirit realm, Wang Haoran's performance in Technique Methods today had been less than satisfactory. He had even fallen short of Ren Wuyang, let alone Zhang Manqian and Ren Anran.

Zhang Xuezhou thought Wang Haoran's condition was a serious problem and needed to talk to him. If this kept tormenting him, Wang Haoran might well be unable to bear it.

Of course, Ren Yisheng was not an easy subject to discuss.

He had been officially declared dead, so it would be hard to explain if they said he was still alive. Ren Yisheng's condition