At this moment, when Yan Huan, covered in wounds, was in that crimson city, she had an unprecedented feeling:
She was so far away from Xiao Huan.
As if they were not in the same world.
"..."
But in the next second, Yan Huan belatedly realized the change in the barrier scenes around her.
So she immediately willed it, and everything around her reverted to the usual darkness.
The darkness swallowed the two once more, and as Yan Huan's mind cleared, she intended to explain what had just happened...
But after glancing at Ye Shiyu in front of her, she ultimately chose not to.
Instead, she simply pointed at the ring finger and middle finger, speaking softly,
"Sister Shiyu, I will soon begin the next ritual..."
Upon hearing this, Ye Shiyu's eyes narrowed,
"The next ritual? That's too soon, you just..."
"There's no time left, Sister Shiyu."
Even before Ye Shiyu could finish her words, Yan Huan interrupted firmly.
"..."
