The void was dark.
When Yan Xi opened his eyes, he saw that the sky was blood-red.
Ling Yue was still unconscious. But now, they were lying on the steps of a temple.
Bai Xuan, Mo Ye, Ling Feng, and Ren Yue were scanning their surroundings.
But someone was missing.
Bai Xuan frowned.
"Where is Yun Zhi?"
At that moment—
In the distance, a blue lightning bolt tore through the sky.
And the sound of chains echoed.
The Trap Yun Zhi Fell Into
When Yun Zhi opened his eyes, he found himself in a room draped with silky red curtains.
Everything was lavish—yet eerily strange.
But his hands were chained.
Just then, a sultry laugh filled the air.
"Ahh, have you finally awakened, my beautiful prince?"
At the doorway stood a woman, her eyes gleaming with madness.
Mo Lian.
A sorceress.
But not just any sorceress.
To her, magic was an art.
And Yun Zhi… would be her masterpiece.