The firmament is like shattered glass, pieces hanging in the sky, casting light upon the land riddled with cracks.
He Ao crouched between these deep fissures, quickly flipping one stone after another, scattered with brilliant flashes of thunder.
Just as he lifted a large rock, an electric light suddenly shot out from beneath it, like a flickering spear, heading straight for He Ao's body.
"Don't go!!!"
A hoarse howl echoed between heaven and earth, accompanied by the dazzling electric light, reverberating in He Ao's ears.
But finally, that electric light halted before He Ao, the flickering thunder blew a wind carrying arcs, brushing through He Ao's purple gleaming hair.
He Ao gazed at the electric light before him, slowly reached out his hand into the light, grasped the wrist of that vague silhouette within it, and softly said, "Director, it's me."
