Yin Tingxue frowned, intuitively feeling this person was childish, continuing to talk would be a wasteful chatter.
In the distance, the temple bell on the mountain sounded.
The crowd began moving towards the temple on the mountain like a school of fish vying for food.
As the bell chimed, incense like a fine white river slowly flowed past the shoulders of the crowd.
......…
All around was darkness, even consciousness was blurred,
like being submerged at the bottom of deep water, struggling to finally break to the surface.
Donggong Ruoshu felt as if her entire body was immobilized, her thoughts rusted, turning extremely slowly.
In the haze, she tried to wake up while forcing herself to recall…
At that time… it seemed a massive flood surged over…
She shuddered awake at once, looked around, and was immediately filled with panic.
Chen Yi! Yin Tingxue! What happened to them? Would that flood…
