Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Li Yao's neck uttered rusty noises as he turned back inch by inch. He immediately saw another transparent person floating not far away. Who else could it have been if not the haunting Wuying Qi?
However, Wuying Qi felt like an entirely different person from a moment ago.
He was wearing a white robe, and the cruelty and domination on his face were gone. He stared at his younger self and the mobsters who were throwing him into the volcano, but his eyes were calm and clear, as if he had come to new realizations.
He was floating in the middle of the smoke above the crater. Yet he seemed to be beyond this world and in full possession of this weird memory palace.
He was giving Li Yao the same feeling as Li Linghai did when Li Yao and Li Linghai met for the first time. They were both tranquil and untainted.
