The Choice
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
However, Qin Yu hadn't experienced that stage personally. Therefore, he felt that was the fake Yan Ruoxue.
After he finished choosing, his vision tilted and he fell dead.
It was the same!
The scene in front of him was the same as he had seen.
He might have died by now if he hadn't seen this from the old Daoist. Cold sweat kept dripping down from Qin Yu's temples.
This person's strength was far above Qin Yu since he could kill him. He was simply unable to resist.
The only chance he could survive now was to find this 'person' according to his rules!
Countless familiar faces appeared in front of him and the scene kept changing.
Countless scenes that Qin Yu was familiar with and unfamiliar with kept appearing in front of him.
Qin Yu stared fixedly at these images that appeared. The person in the white robe did not seem to be in a hurry.
He didn't urge Qin Yu and just waited quietly.