"Ding" went a sound.
The previously silent Soul-locking Bell finally rang at this moment, its shattered tremble forcefully dragging a soul into the realm of dreams.
Looking at the man in the suit who had fallen into "slumber," Liu Yi didn't feel like she had won... On the contrary, she felt that she had lost this battle terribly. Was it because Song Ci was showing mercy for the sake of old times that he didn't strike to kill?
No matter what... she now had a window to act.
The noise in the distance gradually faded.
She prepared to head towards the final courtyard... when suddenly a whisper-thin whistling sound flickered through the air.
"Swoosh" went a sound.
It was as if something had cut through the air.
Liu Yi furrowed her brow. She reached out to touch her cheek, only to find her hand covered in fresh blood... Some razor-sharp object had sliced her skin, and she hadn't even felt the pain before a cut had formed.
Three or four seconds passed.