Xiao Yi took a deep breath, trying to calm his excitement. He raised his head and looked at the enemy in front of him, with a determined light in his eyes. He knew that he had lost a lot, but he also understood that he still had more things worth protecting.

This battle has just begun.

Xiao Yi stood in the "crowd," his anger and loss of control hanging over him like a dark cloud. His face was ashen, his eyes wide, as if a violent force was surging within him. His hands were clenched into fists, veins bulging like angry snakes wriggling beneath his skin.

Suddenly, Lin Ye felt his emotions teetering on the edge of losing control. His heartbeat was like a frantic drumbeat, pounding against his chest again and again. His breathing became rapid, and every breath felt like inhaling fire, burning his lungs. His vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to be dyed red by the flames of anger.

However, just as he was on the verge of losing control and becoming furious, Xiao Yi began to sense a glimmer of clarity deep within his heart. It was a faint, cool force, like a ray of light in the morning light, piercing the darkness deep within him. He began to strive to draw that force into his heart, allowing it to spread within his chest.

Slowly, Xiao Yi began to feel his emotions calming down. His heartbeat began to slow, and his breathing became steady. His vision began to clear, and the world around him returned to its original color. He felt himself gradually retreating from the edge of anger, and the clarity deep in his heart was gradually expanding.

His frantic eyes gradually began to clear up, and the veins on his arms and neck that had bulged with anger also slowly began to subside.

It was as if Xiao Yi was standing in a narrow alleyway at this moment, the air thick with the smell of damp earth. He was a young man, his eyes crazed, his face pale, bloodless. His fists clenched, his body trembling, as if he was trying desperately to suppress his inner rage.

The crimson glow in his eyes was a reflection of his inner rage. It was an out-of-control, wild look, as ferocious as a wild animal, terrifying and unsettling. His eyes, once a lake, had now become a raging ocean, its waves churning and billowing.

However, within this frantic gaze, a strange emotion gradually emerged. It was a kind of doubt, a kind of trouble, an indescribable unease. Xiao Yi began to feel his emotions gradually spiraling out of control, as if he were being pulled by an invisible force towards an unknown abyss. In his heart, Xiao Yi sensed something was amiss. He wanted to fight back.

At this moment, a faint voice reached Xiao Yi's ears. It was a low chant, echoing in the air like an ancient spell. This sound made Xiao Yi's heart throb, as if a bright light had lit up in the darkness.

As the voice chanted, Xiao Yi's eyes gradually became blurred. His vision began to blur, as if shrouded in a layer of fog. He felt his anger subside, replaced by a strange calmness.

This calm wasn't the kind of dead silence, but a deep tranquility. Gu Bei began to feel his breathing slow and deep, his heartbeat returning to normal. His body stopped shaking, and the veins in his arms and neck began to recede.

During this quiet time, Xiao Yi began to recall everything that had just happened. He recalled his anger and loss of control, and the helplessness and frustration he felt when his emotions took over. He felt as if he had experienced a nightmare and had finally woken up from it.

He felt his heart filled with a warm power. It was a power of comfort and hope, making him feel that he had regained control of his life. He understood the source of this power: it was the clarity deep within his heart, his understanding and acceptance of himself, and his cognition and understanding of the world.

This power made Xiao Yi more sober and rational. He understood that his emotions were not his enemies, but tools that could be controlled and utilized. He understood that his anger and loss of control were not his nature, but emotional reactions that could be changed and overcome.

This! The next second, Xiao Yi suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him was only the door he had seen at the beginning, and even Xiao Yi's hand was still on the door's handrail.

"This...is this all fake?" Xiao Yi muttered to himself in confusion.

At this time, the old man who warned Xiao Yi at the beginning also appeared again. But this time, his tone was not friendly at all.

"You're quite good. You've been able to resist temptation time and time again, even pulling yourself back from the brink of collapse. During this transformation, you may gradually become more mature and confident. Perhaps you'll no longer be swayed by emotions, but instead face problems with calmness and clarity of thought. Your decisions will be wiser, and your actions will be more steady. Your heart is filled with peace and confidence. So, do you not believe it, or do you feel indifferent? What will you do when all of them raise their knives at you?"

Xiao Yi looked at the person in front of him, or perhaps, the person in front of him gave him the feeling that he was not a human being.

Anyone who saw this scene had to admit that Xiao Yi's tone revealed a firmness and confidence that could not be ignored. He had obviously recovered from his previous anger and loss of control, and was now facing him with a calm and rational attitude.

Xiao Yi's eyes were as clear as ice, and he looked directly at the person in front of him, as if to penetrate his heart. His voice was calm, but one could feel the firmness and strength contained in it.

"For example, why don't you ask me how I managed to stop myself from going too far?" Xiao Yi asked again.

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