CHAPTER 165 — THE BUZZER YOU FORGOT
The cave felt different now.
Not because Zehell had retreated.
Not because the pale plane had shattered.
But because reality had returned with weight.
Cold stone beneath his palms.
The metallic scent of dust and fractured earth in the air.
The faint echo of something ancient still humming in the walls.
Long Hao lay there for several seconds, staring up at the uneven cavern ceiling.
His breathing was ragged.
His chest burned where the fragment had almost been torn out.
The Dean stood ten meters ahead, robes settling back into stillness as if he had merely walked across a courtyard instead of splitting reality open with light.
Long Hao forced himself onto his elbows.
His voice came out hoarse.
"Dean…"
The man didn't turn immediately.
He stood with one hand loosely behind his back, gaze directed toward the deeper darkness of the cave where Zehell's presence still lingered faintly.
"How are you here?" Long Hao asked.
