At this moment, Li Zhiyuan felt as if a pail of ice water had been poured over his head, his whole body plunged into coldness.
As if in a trance, it seemed like his soul was scared out of his body, and the only reason it wasn't scared away was because this wasn't reality; his body wasn't here.
"Run!"
Li Zhiyuan, holding Qin Li's hand, got up and ran.
But they had not run a few steps before the group of old grandmothers who were washing dishes with sand stood in front of them, blocking the way.
Their seemingly withered and aged bodies were immovable no matter how hard Li Zhiyuan pushed and bumped against them.
In despair, Li Zhiyuan's thought was: No wonder Grandmaster's paper craft business is booming, the materials and workmanship are indeed here.
In reality, there was no hope of forcing through, as he was still young and had virtually no strength. He was incapable of utilizing any of Grandmaster's or Liu Jinxia's techniques.
