Through the splattering crimson blood, their helpless bright eyes met.
Time seemed to freeze, with even breaths forgotten.
In a trance, a scene flashed through his mind, overlapping with reality:
[A young woman in ancient garb, striving to lift her blood-stained pale lips, leaving a final smile before her eyes completely dimmed...]
Ao Motuo's eyes drooped, lost in thought, as did the 'Emotional Conversion Talisman' transforming the sadness within him.
As the overwhelming grief in his chest quickly faded away, without a continuous supply of emotions, the talisman's transformative effect lost its purpose.
But...
After the tide of sorrow, what surged in his heart was a boundless rage burning furiously.
At the same time, the stranger's familiar voice echoed in his ears again.
However...
The tone was no longer gentle as before, but ice-cold and terrifying...
