Jingxin was unlike anyone he had ever encountered. Although she had a terrifying appearance, her speech was surprisingly amiable.
Yet, at this moment, Li Huowang would rather face this gigantic, corpulent woman and have her tear into him like everyone else, attacking him upfront. At least that way, his heart would feel somewhat better.
Instead of how it was now, with her watching him with a laugh, as if everything she said was true.
Could it really be true? Li Huowang started to panic. His thoughts began to descend into chaos, and his expression twisted in extreme pain.
The air around him pressed down as if tangible, suffocating him to the point where even breathing became difficult.
Various images flashed through his mind, but when he recalled the paper scrolls Yang Na had given him that day, it was as if Li Huowang had found an anchor.
"No! That's not right! A person might be able to imagine an entire world, but they absolutely could not conjure knowledge from nothing!"
