No sooner had the words been spoken than a figure of thirty years old appeared atop the mountain.
Are you sure everything is okay?
Upon hearing the question about turning thirty, Zhang Fugui smiled slightly, holding his teacup in his hand.
"When did my Feng'er become so insecure? You chose this husband yourself; you should treat him well..."
Snap!
The teacup, which hadn't even been brought to his lips, shattered without warning, spraying tea all over Zhang Fugui's face.
"Of course I have confidence in him, but I don't have confidence in you. Answer my question."
Zhang Fugui wiped the tea off his face, his expression full of resentment.
"This is Drunken Immortal Tea. Only a small amount is produced every few decades. What a waste!"
Before the thought of "turning thirty" could erupt, Zhang Fugui replied with a serious expression.
“No problem. We have been studying this kind of formation for a thousand years. The formation we have set up now already has one-tenth of the power of a formation in a real battlefield.”
"But even a fraction of its power is enough to stir up the deepest inner demons in people's hearts, even those they have ignored."
"The people and events that have had the greatest impact on you will all come back to you, and the memories will be sealed within the scenes created by the array. The key to overcoming your inner demons is to awaken those memories."
As he spoke, he looked at the thirty-year-old with a complicated expression.
"It all depends on him. If he can't even get past this hurdle, then he..."
"There are no 'what ifs,' because he is my man, Zhang Kaifeng's man!"
The sound falls.
The figure, now thirty, disappeared above the mountain peak.
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