Wait! A flying dagger!?
Hangzhi paused, a vague sense of familiarity washing over him.
A black robe, a white mask, a flying dagger... The voice undoubtedly belonged to the Third Young Master, but this appearance — isn't it precisely the legendary Night Emperor!?
Could the Third Young Master and the Night Emperor be the same person!?
The thought terrified him even more.
But before these thoughts could even fully form, they flashed across his mind as Chu Qing flicked his wrist.
Hangzhi felt that what Chu Qing threw wasn't a flying dagger, but a long rainbow.
Inside the cave, a dazzling light suddenly appeared.
Hangzhi stared intently at the light, speculating on its trajectory and potential power, wondering how to evade it, how to continue fleeing, what to say upon reaching Cyan Simurgh Villa, and how to face the Master of Asura Sea — all sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind like a storm.
