What a feeling of utter heart-stopping terror.
Zhou Yan pondered for a long time without finding an answer, and though the dangers of this space hadn't erupted, Zhou Yan had already become more solemn.
As he was contemplating, he suddenly sensed a gaze, looking here with an unusual fondness.
Instinctively, Zhou Yan lifted his head and looked.
In the distant front, beneath a massive pillar of light, stood a beautiful girl in a fiery red dress, gazing at him with a peculiar, excited look.
Beside her, a young man was somewhat dazedly thinking about something, unaware of what was happening.
And next to the young man, a girl in purple gently linked her arm with his, standing quietly like a dependent bird.
"Father King."
The red-clothed girl softly murmured, calling out a name across the vast distance that made Zhou Yan's heart tremble.
"Yanyan."
Zhou Yan called out tremulously, then instinctively prepared to lead Liu Haoxin and the others toward them.
