All eyes, filled with astonishment, scrutiny, indifference, and even... a hint of barely perceptible mockery, were fixed on me.
Jiang Taixuan, the Stabilizing Needle, had no expression of surprise on his withered face as his murky eyes glanced over me, carrying a kind of world-weary fatigue and helplessness.
He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, yet clearly resonating through the entire hall:
"Chengyue, you've seen it... Yes, I know, old me knows."
He paused, as if recalling some painful past, "That year at the Battle of the Ice Fortress, my Origin was severely wounded, my lifespan greatly diminished, I should have returned to the heavens. But you also know the current situation of the older generation at the Arctic Front, Glazed Light City cannot go without me, the Jiang Family cannot go without me, to survive, to continue protecting this land, I... had no choice but to take this expedient measure."
