He Lan Yuan was a quintessential example of a man who had lost his mind. Anyone, no matter how psychologically stable they were, would be spooked by him. However, the man who sat across him was as composed as before. There was barely a flicker of emotion in his eyes. He looked at He Lan Yuan with his calm eyes, and even though He Lan Yuan was treading before him into the abyss of despair, he remained unmoved. There was probably nothing in this world that was going to get a response out of him.
He Lan Yuan continued his craziness until he reached a tipping point where he coughed out a handful of blood!
The blood seemed to represent the vitals that were leaving his body. He Lan Yuan hung his head down low and maintained that wordless situation for a long time, so much so that the man opposite him thought he had died. Suddenly, his body jerked to activity, and he lifted his head that appeared to weigh a thousand tons.
