In the Japanese-style courtyard, chaotic cherry blossoms fluttered, and the old man seemed to howl madly, like the roar of a monster.
The antique tea set on the stone table had been pushed to the ground, tea and tea leaves mixed and splattered on the ground. The fluttering cherry blossoms were shredded by a fierce wind and fell into the turbulent pond, with the ripples trembling wildly.
"Hey, hey, calm down!"
The Think Tank dared not get close, only crouching under the eaves, advising helplessly, "These are all illusions. Those people you see have long been dead, so how could they come back for revenge? Among them, only Taihua is still alive. If she really wanted to kill you, you'd already be a corpse."
"This is what you've said yourself: for those who can truly kill you, there is no need to fear them, because fear is useless. You should worry about whether those who can't kill you would one day surpass you."
He scratched his head, "If you keep this up, you'll tear down Tokyo!"
