He heard a voice behind him, with a hint of sobbing.
Xu Wendong's pupils contracted abruptly, followed by a violent tremor, an intense discomfort like being stabbed with thorns, an uneasy feeling spreading like a flood in his heart.
At the same time, his body seemed to be invaded by an invisible cold airflow, and a thick layer of goosebumps rapidly appeared on his skin, the chill penetrating each pore into the depths of his heart.
He knew he had been away from Earth for a full eighteen years, during which time the world had undergone massive changes, and countless events had passed.
Now, as he just returned, he thought everything from the past had quietly been buried by the flood of time.
Yet he never expected.
That someone in this vast sea of people could recognize him at a glance.
His body, as if uncontrollable, subconsciously turned slowly.
