After the three shared a hearty laugh, they had no time to savor the joy of seeing daylight again.
Almost simultaneously, the expressions of Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and the Monk all changed.
Blood trickled from the Monk's eyes, nostrils, and ears. He clutched his head in agony, as if it were being torn apart.
While Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei weren't bleeding from every orifice like the Monk, a violent headache still left them in unbearable pain, their eardrums throbbing.
Zheng Xiu seized the chance to pull Feng Bei into an embrace.
Tears streamed down Feng Bei's face.
A grand dream, vanished in the blink of an eye.
The century they had spent in the World in the Painting may have seemed illusory, but for the three of them, they had truly accumulated more than a hundred years of "memories."
