As the name "Thunder" echoed, a surge of indescribable shock arose in Shen Jingqi's heart.
Shen Jingqi stood still, his gaze locked onto the direction where the masked figure vanished, thoughts racing through his mind.
Destroying this place means abandoning a space full of unknowns and miracles, returning to the reality filled with pressure and competition. But if he doesn't, how can he regain his memories and unravel the mysteries of it all?
Shen Jingqi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He began to think, attempting to find a way to retrieve his memories while preserving this space. But soon, he realized that his ideas were too naive. There seemed to be some insurmountable chasm between this mysterious space and the real world.
Although he kept saying he wanted to go back, Shen Jingqi was only talking; he had no idea how to do it, and now the masked figure had disappeared, leaving only his name.
"Thunder?", Shen Jingqi pondered.
