Why did it turn out this way? I've finally been reborn, the virtual world hasn't descended yet, and the spiritual tide hasn't erupted. Everything should be fine. But looking at the reflection in the mirror, seeing myself aged to the extreme, about to die from a gust of wind, Xiong Yan couldn't feel happy at all. After a moment of thought, in order to survive, Xiong Yan immediately called the relevant department: Hello...