As expected, once the obstructing face was purified, Old Master Knight quickly returned to normal.
Even the traces of frostbite on his body were dispersed in an instant, and his complexion turned exceptionally rosy.
"Finally warm…"
With a look of relief and a hint of trance on his face, Nate remarked hoarsely, lifting his gaze to Fu Qian.
"Thank you for taking me home yesterday. The older I get, the less I can do without my liquor cabinet."
"I've been feeling somewhat cold since I came back yesterday, but after finishing this bottle of wine, I feel much more comfortable."
"Don't mention it, I'm glad you're okay."
Fu Qian smiled as he listened to Nate's thanks, shaking his head internally.
Sure enough, they were already in a new script.
Although the conversation seemed normal, it was clear that Nate was currently in that special state, with the intense feeling of emptiness in him serving as proof.