Even the head was cut off and fell to the ground, the headless body continued to slice the neck bit by bit...
Blood was dripping, the flesh was a blurred mess.
This dream, too real, too terrifying, and seemingly endless.
Half awake, Shen Xiuyan found himself in a daze, and even had doubts.
He doubted whether he was already dead, doubted whether he had truly walked out of that broken temple back then...
Because all memories of Mo Hua were gone, shrouded in a haze, he simply couldn't recall how he broke the situation and exited the temple.
Now, upon meeting Mo Hua, his memories began to trace back, threads of causality filled in, and only then did the events of the past begin to clarify.
Frowning, Shen Xiuyan withstood the palpitations of his heart and recalled, only then did he realize.
Back then, indeed, it was this young lord who saved his life.
Otherwise, he would have died unknown and unclear in that broken temple outside the Li State City.
