Qingshan Mental Hospital.
"The Federation... has been tainted again."
Xu Sanyang had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, wearing a hospital gown.
Seeing Fang Xing, that was the first thing he said.
Decades had passed, yet this Martial Saint remained in the prime of life.
After all, Martial Saints have a long lifespan, and he was still in his youth.
But the pain on the face of the hospital director, Ye Lingxin, was evident, "Sanyang's condition has worsened over the years. Nowadays, he is only lucid for about an hour a month. The rest of the time, he's either sleeping or in a state of madness and delirium… I've spent a great deal of effort to prevent his body from undergoing 'demonic transformation,' but his mental state is difficult to address..."
