Yishu yuan seemed to be immersed in the realm of The Peach Blossom Spring, his voice clear and powerful.,In the dim light, it seemed as if wisps of translucent light flickered and darted before Yi Shumen's drowsy eyes. His mind raced like a carousel, replaying fragmented memories in vivid flashes, even conjuring up hallucinations. He saw figures, scrolls, heard whispers, and imagined himself clad in robes and armor—a kaleidoscope of familiar and unfamiliar selves...,"Big brother, it seems like he won't be coming today."。