"...."
Watching the scene before him, Luo Zhiyuan felt as if his worldview, cultivated over nearly three decades, was being shaken.
Could there be such miraculous spellcraft in this world?
That girl was clearly already dead, so why...
"Hurry up!" Tian Ye urged in a low tone.
Luo Zhiyuan suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously wanted to teleport over, but he ended up stopping beside Tian Ye.
A moment of hesitation, and it was already too late.
Tianyan's figure teleported out a hundred zhang away once again.
And in the distance, countless willow roots had already begun to rise, coming to Tianyan's aid.
The cooked duck had flown away.
Watching Tianyan getting away, Tian Ye took a deep breath, and his typically frivolous voice finally carried a hint of anger:
"Luo Zhiyuan, why did you hesitate just now?!"
Two opportunities, two reminders, all lost because of this old man's distrust.
