This is a disease, it needs to be treated.

Every inch of the void on the Yanchang Ancient Star seemed to be covered with a layer of gloomy fog, which spread to the depths of everyone's heart.
The war is approaching, and no one can remain absolutely calm. Waves of emotion are rising in everyone's hearts, and everyone has their own thoughts.
At the foot of a barren mountain, Changsun Fengye and Buddhist disciple Daochen sat on wooden chairs, drinking tea and talking.
"I don't know if Lao Chen can hold on."
Changsun Fengye was...