The eerie and unfamiliar throbbing spread from deep within his heart, breaking through the ice.
Who is she...
An abrupt sharp pain struck his head, followed by intense agony, as if someone was stirring his mind.
Chuzheng held Xuan Ying, landing on the palace. The palace trembled slightly, seemingly angry at Chuzheng for grabbing it and giving it to Xuan Ying earlier.
"What's wrong with you?" Chuzheng helped Xuan Ying sit down: "Xuan Ying?"
Xuan Ying clutched his head, looking very much in pain.
In Xuan Ying's mind, at this moment, large flames flashed by, as if those flames were causing him this agony.
"Xuan Ying..."
Someone was calling him.
Yet the voice grew further and further away...
Gradually overlapping with another voice.
"Xuan Ying, you must bring him back."
Countless people stood above the clouds, and he, wearing unfamiliar armor, nodded silently to these people and leapt from the cloud.
He couldn't control his own body and could only follow its movements.
