The overwhelming impact left my mind blank.
Dull thoughts failed to comprehend everything before my eyes.
I don't understand. I can't comprehend. Is Situ Yi really still alive? Is the old troupe leader a traitor? Are they the same person? Even the dragon listens to his commands? What is his world? What exactly is this, this...
"You——!!!!"
Before the gears of thought could mesh, the body reacted first. The young man frantically charged forward, swinging his fist at the man.
Situ Yi merely smiled and flicked his fingers, threads shooting from his fingertips, embedding into Gongsun Ce's body. The young man's movements froze abruptly, sitting still amidst the ruins.
Situ Yi also sat down, cross-legged on the head of the gigantic dragon. He looked down at the young man, neither contemptuous nor arrogant, only carrying a satisfaction that others could never understand.
