Her voice suddenly choked, and her whole body froze in place as if struck by lightning.
Li Changhong followed her gaze and saw, at the breach, a bronze mask slowly drifting down...
It was Zhou Qing's mask.
"I... I couldn't again..." Ji Yunluo's voice trembled uncontrollably, tears rolling down her wrinkle-covered cheeks, "A thousand years ago... Elder Weng was also... right in front of my eyes, taken by the Void Beast..."
Li Changhong's heart jolted, his hands clenched tightly, filled with anger and unwillingness as he looked towards that endless darkness.
"He is not Elder Weng." Li Changhong firmly pressed Ji Yunluo's shoulder, his voice low.
Ji Yunluo's struggles gradually weakened, but the despair in her eyes grew more intense: "The void is where it's easiest to lose oneself... no coordinates... no direction..."
Li Changhong could feel the trembling of the emaciated body beneath his palm.
