The Think Tank has always been elusive; no one noticed when he approached. When he appeared, all whispers ceased, and the Twilight Candidates expressed their respect through silence.
More astonishingly, the moment he appeared, the dream landscape stirred violently, rippling like a reflection in water. The dark, shadowy temple transformed into a sunny beach, where a shirtless man lay on a beach chair, and bikini-clad beauties showcased their graceful figures in the water, with sailboats navigating the sea.
These beach tourists, however, seemed like phantoms, completely unaware of the presence of others.
"I called you here not to have you fight."
He lay comfortably on a beach chair, scooping strawberry sundaes with a spoon: "You all are stronger than me. Look after an old man, will you? Especially you, Xingye. It's been less than half a year since I last saw you, and you've improved significantly. I almost couldn't suppress your spirituality."
