After his roar, the old man's voice grew hoarse and trembled. Hot tears streamed from his eyes, a trickle that quickly became an unstoppable flood, as if a dam had burst. He was reborn. How could he not be happy? How could he not weep with joy?
This time, Mu Chen didn't just stand there. Instead, he found a corner with his back to Feng Chaoming and watched quietly, observing this raw display of human emotion. 'I was probably just like this back then.' Holding his own sturdy right arm, Mu Chen smiled faintly. No one understood that feeling better than he did.
A full hour passed before Feng Chaoming gradually calmed down. At that moment, Mu Chen walked over to his side, picked up the transparent white bottle that was still about a tenth full, and handed it to him.
Feng Chaoming froze for a moment, looking at Mu Chen in confusion. Mu Chen just raised an eyebrow and gave him two words.
"Drink it."
