An Xiaotong froze in place like a puppet whose soul had been pulled away.
Her light brown eyes were dimmer than ever, and her teacher's declaration, utterly devoid of remorse, still echoed in her ears.
Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
Before meeting Fang Xubai, she had always clung to a faint hope—that her teacher had merely been blinded by obsession and bewitched by Abyss Eye.
Once he learned that the New World did not exist at all, he would realize his mistake and stop being so extreme.
Perhaps everything could return to how it had been ten years ago and begin anew?
However, cold reality smashed An Xiaotong's hopes to pieces.
The Chief Judge was still the same Chief Judge. Even if he could do it all over again, he would still make the same choices.
If the New World was wrong, did that prove the Old World was right?
The Chief Judge's answer was that both were wrong!
An Xiaotong's body swayed uncontrollably. Her steps stumbled, and she teetered on the verge of falling to one side.
Just as she was about to lose her balance, a powerful arm firmly wrapped around her shoulders.
An Xiaotong trembled all over and raised her head slightly, her unfocused gaze landing on the figure in the black-and-gold trench coat.
A misty layer of tears clouded her eyes, which still held confusion and pain.
As she looked at Bai Ye's features, it was as though, amid this collapsing reality, she had found the only foothold she could stand on.
With one arm around An Xiaotong, Bai Ye looked toward Fang Xubai, a wild smile slowly curling across his lips.
There was no hatred in his eyes, no anger—only appreciation and blazing intensity for an enemy.
His voice was not loud,