"You've worked hard, Liu Jianxin—or should I say, Liu Jianxin. From this moment on, in this filthy, rotten Jianghu, you've been playing the Hero your heart truly yearned to be."
"I can imagine that the other you has suffered a lot of blows in real life…"
"Now it's time for us to go save him."
Liu Jianxin grew even more confused. He looked at the kneeling crowd of heroes and realized who the newcomer was. At the same time, he also figured something out…
This person's voice was exactly the same as the Spirit's.
In that instant, everything made sense to him.
"You… you… so you're actually Wen Xishu? You're the Spirit that's been in my head?"
The truth was a bit overwhelming. The sheer flood of information left Liu Jianxin at a loss.
He really couldn't understand why Wen Xishu would do all this.
Wen Xishu also knew that his appearance had crashed Liu Jianxin's brain.
