Naming Technique of the Night

Qing Chen returned to the dim prison cell, letting out a stifled groan as he almost fell to the ground.

He had been standing when he left last time, so the injury on his foot split open immediately upon his return.

Fortunately, Qing Chen had prepared mentally in advance, which prevented him from falling.

After steadying himself, he glanced at his arm.

Return countdown: 167:59:55.

“Back already? Looks like you’ve been seriously hurt,” Lin Xiaoxiao said casually, “But coming back is good news.”

Ye Wan smiled and nodded, “Nothing is a big deal except life and death. Just that a split second before midnight, you were fine, and suddenly you’ve become so wilted, it’s not easy to get used to.”

As he spoke, Ye Wan patted the chair in front of him, “Sit down and let’s talk.”

At that moment, Qing Chen laughed. It turned out that Ye Wan had anticipated that he would wreck his feet and had prepared a chair for him in advance.

Just like how Ye Wan had predicted that, despite Qing Chen’s claims that those people weren’t worth the risk, he ultimately couldn’t suppress his fiery nature.

Uncle Li Dong’s assessment was spot on; indeed, buried deep within his cool and powerful brain was an unimaginable passion.

Contradictory, yet harmonious.

Uncle Li Dong, as if seeing through Qing Chen’s thoughts, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, “You’re usually so mature for your age, it really isn’t what people expect. Perhaps life has tormented you, causing you to rein in the exuberance of youth early. But young people should be a bit reckless; there are things if you don’t do now, you’ll realize you missed out on them once you reach my age.”

Youth is the age of passion and naivety. During this time, you might make some mistakes, even many mistakes.

But actually, the moment when youth ends, you’ll realize that making those mistakes is one of the beautiful and radiant reasons for youth’s existence.

In those moments, you are impulsive, eccentric, fearless, and without regret.

After Qing Chen sat down, Ye Wan had him remove his shoes and shirt, “Let’s see how badly you’re hurt. Xiao Xiao over there has prepared some ointment for you.”

When everyone saw the dense wounds on the soles of Qing Chen’s feet and the deep gash on his shoulder, they could almost imagine what the young man had gone through in the past two days.

The wounds on the soles of his feet signified the distances Qing Chen had walked barefoot.

The gash on his shoulder represented the armed enemies he had faced.

For an ordinary young man, this would have constituted the extreme of danger, but he had still returned safely.

Lin Xiaoxiao said, “Congratulations, you’ve overcome the toughest hurdle.”

The hurdle he referred to was one’s first battle in life.

A battle that scars the memory.

In fact, those with experience knew well that the first battle in life is very important; it determines future achievements.

Not that it significantly improves your strength, but whether you’ll back down when you face other enemies in the future? Whether you will still possess unmatched courage and fervor.

Strength determines the lower limit; it’s the heart that determines the upper limit!

Ye Wan, looking at Qing Chen’s feet, remarked sentimentally, “Qing Chen, who treated these wounds for you? They’re done very meticulously. At first, I thought we might need to treat them again, because walking barefoot, you would have gotten a lot of tiny particles embedded in the flesh, potentially causing complications. But now it looks like whoever treated you was very careful. They must be quite devoted to you.”