“The figure…”
Long Haotian stared at the slowly dissipating silhouette of the woman, a sense of unease filling his heart.
“That is Miss.” The voice of Cangying, tinged with sadness, sounded beside him. Long Haotian and the others trembled; they had arrived too late.
“Yan’er!”
Lei Bao reached out his hand, attempting to grasp the ethereal image, but it dissipated even faster.
He gazed at the empty sky, his voice filled with sorrow.
After an unknown period of time, he seemed to have accepted reality.
He lifted his foot and walked towards Xu Yi and the others.
However, just as he reached the entrance of the courtyard, he was blocked by a beam of pitch-black light, unable to take another step.
His face darkened as he looked at Xu Yi, his voice cold, “Young friend, what is the meaning of this?”
Long Haotian and the others also looked at Xu Yi in astonishment.