All of a sudden, the screen dimmed for a few seconds before a metaphorical lightbulb came into existence. The screen returned to its previous brightness before surpassing the intensity, acting just like a substitute sun. Furthermore, the letters on the transparent screen slowly transformed. What was once regular black print became a brighter and brighter pink until even the letters glowed with a faint neon light. Not even an enlightened monk could say the scriptures in complete calm, let alone a regular boy like Jin Yahui. Therefore, Jin Yahui unwittingly responded, a bellyful of anger and resentment on his face. "What the f*ck do you want?"
