Aristotle
Editor: Simple MTL
"Disciple, you're finally here. Sob, sob, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Lei Luo looked at the old man who was hugging his leg and crying bitterly. He felt a little sad. What was going on? He had originally planned to ask about the ancient magic ruins, but who knew that this old man had been hugging his leg and calling him his disciple. Lei Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Old man, get up first. I'm not your disciple."
"No, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"No, you are..."
The veins on Lei Luo's forehead bulged. He wanted to kick the old man away, but there was nothing he could do. He was like a maggot attached to his body, and he could not be shaken off no matter what he did.
The God's Time" in his hand flew out and stuck to the old man's forehead. It flickered with a unique white light and woke the old man up as if he was breathing rhythmically.