"Oh? This is interesting."
Qin An gently stroked the hilt of the Cold Star Saber, watching the scenery around him swiftly recede, his eyebrows slightly raised.
He could feel that there seemed to be an invisible force drawing him closer to some presence.
As if that presence was eager to meet him.
Qin An did not panic; instead, he calmly drew the Cold Star and held it in his hand, waiting patiently.
The scorched land seemed to grow legs, carrying Qin An faster and faster.
Until the surrounding scenery began to blur, the scorched land gradually slowed down.
Only then did Qin An realize he had arrived at a desolate ocean.
He stood by the shore, watching the surging sea ahead.
The seawater carried a suffocatingly damp scent.
Above the sea, there was a mass of black clouds.
Within the clouds were a pair of fierce eyes, enormous like red lanterns, staring intensely at Qin An.
The terrifying Evil Qi emanating from those eyes seemed to want to tear Qin An apart.
