Xu Ye nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a snow-white figure behind him.
Xu Ye only took a quick glance and vaguely saw the figure of a man. He was wearing a loose white robe and his snow-white hair danced in the air like silver threads.
Strangely enough, Xu Ye could see the man's face, but he couldn't make out his facial features clearly until a drop of blood suddenly fell from the man's eye.
"Xi'er…"
The man's plaintive voice echoed in Xu Ye's mind. It was desolate and filled with boundless sorrow.
Xu Ye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind. He wanted to call out to Beitang Lie, but he let out a painful groan the moment he opened his mouth. His vision spun and he fell to the ground, instantly losing consciousness.
Beitang Lie was walking in front when he heard the commotion behind him. He turned around and saw Xu Ye lying on the ground.
Xu Ye had a pained expression, and cold sweat kept streaming down his forehead.
