One looked into his eyes, face full of shock and bewilderment.
"Keep pretending! Go on!" Old Liu sneered, patting Yi's face with a dagger: "I admit you have the same appearance, voice, and elemental rhythm as Yi, but you shouldn't forget one thing — whenever Yi speaks, at least half of his sentences have a country accent, using 'me' instead of 'I'! Who the hell are you, you damn imposter?"
"How is that possible? He... he isn't Yi?" Avril and Figo both jumped up.
"Let me use the bone link." Elder Andulan took a deep breath and pulled out the bone link treasure box, dialing Yi's coordinates.
"If you don't speak, then be prepared to never speak again." Liu Zhenhan thrust the dagger forward, aiming at the fake Yi's brow.
The dagger stopped at the center of a silver eye rune. A drop of purple blood seeped from the blade's tip, sliding down with tears. The Queen of Lich coughed as she cried pitifully, overwhelmed by the strength of Liu Zhenhan's grip, leaving her breathless.
