Ye Qian's eyes widened slightly in shock, as the hatred and rage in his heart congealed and stagnated, like frozen dark clouds.
Then, as if a gentle breeze came by, it silently dispersed all of it, leaving only a vast, empty sky.
"Make it happen!" Ye Qian closed his eyes peacefully.
"Very well." Ye Zhiwen also closed his eyes serenely, "That's the answer I wanted."
Gulp—
A whirling blade flashed by.
Ye Zhiwen's arms were neatly severed, with black fragments scattering all over the ground.
Only then did Ye Qian hear the roar of the car and the hurried running footsteps.
And a voice so familiar yet so estranged due to the long absence.
"What the hell is this? Gross."
Ye Qian opened his eyes to see that girl from the desk in front of him standing before him, lightly kicking the headband on his head and rolling her eyes as she scolded, "Have you been playing house these past two years? Daring to touch a mysterious spiritual Magical Artifact?"
