Mr. Solomon rasped, "Who are you?"
The Moon Princess turned to look at the young man.
Gu Jianlin smiled silently, "I am the Qilin Venerable."
After a brief silence, a hoarse laugh came from the broadcast.
"Well then, I don't know what method you're using to suppress her rampage, but how long can you hold on? Judging by your voice, you must be very weak by now, right? She's like a ticking time bomb—when she loses control, friend and foe alike will be killed in an instant, including you and your companion."
Mr. Solomon paused, "The song will never cease."
The Moon Princess clearly felt that the young man's body had become scorching hot, like steel about to melt.
Gu Jianlin spat out another mouthful of blood, desperately calling out to the bad woman within him.
Yet he didn't know if it was an illusion.
The ethereal singing abruptly stopped!
