In the days that followed, Baiyu was like a nail driven into the library; no matter what major events occurred, he wouldn't budge an inch.
Regarding this situation.
Wang Er found it increasingly intriguing.
No matter who it is, continuously studying extraordinary knowledge at high intensity for twenty-four hours, even if they were made of iron, shouldn't they be exhausted? Yet Baiyu didn't show a trace of anomaly, not even a little.
He was too normal.
To the extent that Wang Er repeatedly confirmed whether Baiyu had long been distorted, his mind emptied by those bizarre murmurs and evil forces.
But every time.
Wang Er returned empty-handed.
Baiyu obviously hadn't distorted, his mental state was exceedingly full.
