"What are you talking about? I don't have the spell to summon the Secret God at all, and the Secret God is nothing more than a trap set by Quan Yun Apartments. As for what the situation actually is, nobody knows. Furthermore, Wei Shengjin died because he traded with the Secret God. Do you think I would survive after trading with the Secret God?"
"Or perhaps, you actually want to kill me? Is that your true objective?" Qian Jiangyue's face grew cold.
The night wind ruffled Qian Jiangyue's short hair, and Nan Yuan's hair swayed with it.
At this moment, Qian Jiangyue had an illusion as if the person in front of him truly existed in this world.
"I knew you would answer like that," said Nan Yuan, lifting his head, his eyes now bereft of light.
The boundary between reality and fantasy became increasingly blurred, and Qian Jiangyue's heart was in turmoil. Yet his face still maintained its original expression.
