The unicorn stopped. Even as the mount of the Enchanting Demon Queen, it dare not disturb the silence, showing great etiquette.
Chu Yi immediately got off the carriage, surveying the surroundings—a river bathed in the light of twilight, densely woven with water currents, water vapor erupting, washing over the accumulated white bones with a tinkling sound, the flow surging forth.
But in the Clock Eye, he could perceive numerous distorted shadowy anomalies moving swiftly in the depths like rampaging sharks.
"Prince Nan Zhi, if I may trouble you to lead the way to the treasury..."
Chu Yi turned around, after all he had a favor to ask, yet his expression was frozen—the unicorn and the carriage had vanished.
Had he been expelled?
All around were tightly woven water nets, murky yellow river water tumbling, each droplet rolling and drifting, steeped with the power of time, emerging as fragmented shards of time, glimpsing past, present, future, images flashing by swiftly.
