Dusk fell.
The sky darkened.
In the blink of an eye, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Xiao Qinghe stepped into his room at the inn and was about to close the door.
A dragon of lightning tore through the night sky with a thunderous roar.
Rumble!
Its force shook heaven and earth.
Xiao Qinghe's heart trembled.
The premonition of approaching death grew ever stronger.
Tonight would be the night he died.
Yet he had no idea how he would die.
Would his master put righteousness before their bond and run a sword through his heart?
His master had long since changed. Would he still strike him down?
No.
I don't believe it.
Even without regaining his memories of reality, his master already cherished him just as much as he did in the real world. How could he hurt him at all?
If not his master, then who would kill him?
"My disciple, the night is chilly and the rain is cold. Don't stand in the doorway letting the wind blow on you. You'll catch a chill."
Bai Yuqing's voice sounded right beside his ear.
A white robe, still warm from its owner's body, wrapped around Xiao Qinghe from behind.
So warm.
Warm enough to make his heart tremble.
"My disciple, why are you so pale?"
Bai Yuqing raised a hand and pressed it to Xiao Qinghe's cheek.
His face was bloodless and icy cold.
Bai Yuqing frowned.
"You've looked troubled throughout our journey today. Why? If something is weighing on you, why won't you tell me?"
It's going to be game over tonight!
And you might be the one who kills me!
If I say it, you're a hundred percent going to tell me I've lost my mind!
How could I dare say anything?
Bai Yuqing pulled the white robe