Yan Qing instantly tensed up! He held his breath and felt a dryness in his throat.
That clear and calm sentence was like a knife hanging above his head, as if it would fall at any moment, making him tremble in fear.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Chu Liuyue laugh again. "Oh, I almost forgot. He asked me to wait for him in the Fantasy Divine Hall."
Yan Qing swallowed the words in his throat with difficulty.
The surrounding air seemed to be especially cold, almost squeezing his internal organs together and making it difficult to breathe.
He had never felt that time was so unbearable.
"Then, I'll wait," said Chu Liuyue nonchalantly after tying her hair.
Yan Qing gripped the sword hilt tightly, his back drenched in sweat.
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The strange atmosphere here also attracted the attention of many people.
