"Senior Brother Li, is it my turn?" At the sound of that familiar voice, Li Huowang's body jolted violently.
When he raised his head, he saw Bai Lingmiao, a ribbon covering her eyes.
Looking at her, Li Huowang remembered the steamed bun she had given him back at Qingfeng Temple. He remembered every little thing along their journey. As the memories surged forth, his expression gradually twisted in pain.
"Why? Why?! Why did it have to be this way?!"
Just then, Bai Lingmiao reached out and gently pried away the hand Li Huowang had clamped tightly around his own head. "Senior Brother Li, is it my turn?"
"No! It's not your turn yet! Not yet! Let's go! Let's get out of here!!" He did not even know where they could flee, but instinct drove him to escape this suffocating place.
Li Huowang pulled Bai Lingmiao along and kept running with his cultivation abilities. The surroundings changed constantly. One moment they were in Da Qi, the next in Tian Chen, and in the blink of an eye, they had arrived in Later Shu.
But no matter where he ran, the thing he was fleeing from clung to him like a shadow.
Li Huowang kept fleeing, passing through every place he had once traveled, but as he ran, his speed grew slower and slower.
In the end, when he returned once more to Qingfeng Temple, blackened by the great fire, he finally had nowhere left to run.
Looking at the three Divine Statues behind the offering table, blackened by smoke, Li Huowang clutched his head and let out a hysterical roar.
He knew that no matter where he went, he could not escape it. If he did not let Bai Lingmiao take the two Generals and Ministers Heads up, history would change.