It was the most torturous month Lee had ever experienced.
On the way back to the Nethermoon sect, he barely slept and kept jolting at every other shadow of the tree that suddenly moved in the wind. The paranoia was tiring, but he couldn't do anything about it – the moment he realized something was wrong with the mission, there was no finding peace.
If this was his first life, he probably would've started to take medicine against anxiety disorder, but in this world, filled with superhumans, or rather – cultivators, it was impossible to tell whether he was actually played.
But it surely felt that way. The alarms in his head kept constantly going off, making him crazy.
Xiao Lian noticed Lee's strange behavior right away. The boy was confused, but since Lee wasn't lashing out on him and continued to train, decided that Lee was probably homesick. After all, no matter how mature Lee usually was, he was few years younger and basically still a kid.
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