Ninety-four. Accident

His hair was meticulously groomed back, and his exquisite black tailcoat was immaculate. If one ignored those eyes darker than Lu Li's, occupying all the whites, he'd resemble a refined middle-aged nobleman.

The closer the devil got to Lu Li, the greater the resistance he experienced. Layers of ethereal arms tugged at the figure, shattering and reemerging.

But this only delayed the devil's movements, as he steadfastly walked towards Lu Li.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The devil, a dozen meters away, tilted his head with his lips curling to reveal rotten black teeth.

"To the place I should be," Lu Li said, telling himself that he'd already woken up.

His soul suddenly became weightless, like floating dust. His toes left the ground and drifted upward.

The devil, approaching closely, momentarily reined in his sinister smile. He quickened his pace, rushed to Lu Li, and reached out to grab him but only tore a piece of the coat's fabric.

"You... dare to mock me..."