"That's right, you can't leave."
A man's voice comes with laughter, echoing from behind.
Demonic Beasts part the way, revealing a black sedan that flies slowly by itself, its hanging veil slightly lifted, vaguely showing a person inside.
The veil falls again, blocking the view.
Chuzheng glances at the sedan curtain and catches the sight of a red river flowing through the depths of the forest.
The River of Forgetfulness is still there.
The sedan lands firmly on the ground, and pale fingers lift the curtain, exposing the person inside.
The man wears a mask, hiding his true face, with only a pair of eyes visible, surrounded by black mist, looking gloomy.
Jing Po retreats, and Chuzheng holds him in her arms.
"He..."
"What are you afraid of? I'm here." Chuzheng presses his head against her shoulder: "Don't be afraid." I'll kill him in a bit!
The man bends at the waist to step out: "Demon Spirit Lord, it is our first meeting."
Chuzheng remains expressionless: "Who are you?"
