Jingxin was unlike anyone he had ever encountered; although she had a terrifying appearance, her speech was surprisingly amiable.
Yet, at this moment, Li Huowang would rather face this gigantic fat woman and have her tear into him like everyone else, attacking him upfront; at least that way his heart would feel somewhat better.
Instead of now, with her watching him laughingly, as if everything she had said was true.
"Could it really be true?" Li Huowang started to panic. His thoughts began to get increasingly chaotic, and his expression turned extremely pained.
The air around him pressed down as if tangible, suffocating him to the point where even breathing became difficult.
Various images flashed through his mind, but when he recalled the scrolls Yang Na had given him that day, it was as if Li Huowang had found an anchor in this moment.
"No! It's still not right! A person might imagine a whole complete world, but they can't imagine knowledge out of thin air!"
