The space had started to rumble and shift again.
This symbolic shift reminded Beichuan Si of something, so he walked out, only to immediately notice that the small round table had changed.
The previously present cake, small paper plates, and tea set had all disappeared, leaving only a note on the table.
Beichuan Si reached out to see what was written on this piece of paper.
But the moment he touched the paper, countless thoughts and memories surged out, flashing numerous scenes in front of Beichuan Si.
There sat Feituo Mana on a platform, dressed in a white hunting outfit, her lips vivid red.
Standing beside her with arms raised high was Feituo Xingzi.
Below them knelt a mass of Believers.
The light shone on the small figure of Feituo Mana, making her look ruthless and indifferent.
The scenes flashed by.
