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"Teacher, I went to see him today. He looked so pitiful and lonely. He just sat there motionlessly, like a dead person. There was only a monster next to him…
I brought the foods that he ate the most at the banquet, but other people told me that he hadn't eaten for a whole week." Tang Yi stood next to the window, looked at the dark world outside the window and said.
"You can't help him. No one can. The only person that can help him is himself." The old man who was sitting on the sofa shook his head and said.
"Teacher, there's just one thing that I don't understand." Tang Yi asked.
"What is it?"
"If he has already obtained the power that everyone else can only dream of, why is he still in pain? Why is his life still so miserable? If having that kind of power still hasn't helped him to escape the torment of fate, then what exactly can you do to get rid of such torment?" Tang Yi raised her head. Her eyes were filled with bewilderment.