Mu Daxian passed through the picture he had painted, like a diver surfacing from the water.
As he left, the layer of "cloth" in front of the dead end visibly began to fade.
Mu Daxian had forgotten that his overwriting was inseparably tied to how this dead end had been "cut away" from its original layer. As he left, the piece of "cloth" originally overwritten onto the space began to disappear, and Mao Feiyang would be exposed to observation from outside.
But he paid absolutely no attention to this. Or rather, the thing that drove him into a frenzy had filled his heart, causing him to overlook this part.
Mu Daxian left the dead end, and his figure soon disappeared around the corner of the corridor. Mao Feiyang did not know whether he had gone down the steps or over toward the Covered Bridge.
Now, as the cloth gradually dissipated, the moisture from the storm and fog on the campus slowly seeped back in, beginning to assault the warm firelight in the dead end.
Mao Feiyang's expression shifted slightly. With his will wavering, he could barely keep the "thing" he had "painted" stable.
Thud!!!
Thud!!!!
The tremors outside grew stronger and stronger. Merely feeling the aftershocks of supernatural power left Mao Feiyang like a tiny fly caught in a spiderweb in a storm, with no choice but to endure in silence.
These tremors also greatly affected Lin Yi's view. Since his "vision" depended on Mao Feiyang, when Mao Feiyang's perception of the outside world grew blurry, he could no longer observe anything through the dream either.
But just then, he seemed to sense something again and followed his intuition, looking outside the dead end!
His entire field of vision had already blurred. Under the fluctuations of an unknown and powerful