"Sto--!" Lin Ming's thunderstruck mind hysterically screeched as time seemingly slowed down to his perception as Na Xinyi's flawless and illusory hand burrowed into his chest, grasping onto the Spirit Core that acted as his heart. Then, and only then, did he realize that Na Xinyi had expertly and deceptively lulled him into a sense of trust without ever speaking more than a single word to him.
How conniving was this? How vicious was this? The Archaic Chosen couldn't help but see the glint of the gaping hole he created, which Na Xinyi used to send Tang Xingyun through. Was she safe?
The image of that lovely expression with a delightful smile on that typically calm, cool face brought him an unnerving feeling.
She had to be safe.
Please be safe.
YANK!
