The elder was shocked. "Master, do you mean… now?"
Nan Yifan nodded.
"But…" It is already nighttime!
The elder didn't say this because Nan Yifan looked up at him.
In just a day, Nan Yifan looked like he had aged more than ten years. Under the faint moonlight, the elder could even see the gray hair at his temples.
Nan Yifan's usually high-spirited face was now filled with haggardness.
Despite the dim light, the elder could see Nan Yifan's bloodshot eyes.
The moment he met Nan Yifan's gaze, he was instantly speechless. He couldn't say the rest.
He didn't know how to describe the feeling—desolation, vulnerability, regret, and resentment… It was as if all the negative emotions had gathered.
A heavy and oppressive aura spread from Nan Yifan. It was almost suffocating.
"Immediately." Nan Yifan was determined.