In Yang Qingqing's world, time seemed to have frozen.
The Chi Ancestor looked at Du Yu with such eyes, feeling sorrow and even despair for him.
For Yang Qingqing, the unease deep within her heart was no less than Du Yu's.
Whatever Du Yu was about to lose, or if Du Yu himself was to perish, these were unbearable for the woman.
"Tell me, and I will try my best to make a better decision." Du Yu looked up at the bear's eyes and said in a deep voice.
In his heart, he added a sentence: At least, let me be mentally prepared.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
The contradiction was even more apparent, as Du Yu's heart was filled with unease, every second feeling like a year.
Yet the glowing green lights around him nourished his body with abundant life force, bringing him waves of delight.
The emotional and physical experiences were completely separate.
If the Chi Ancestor did not speak soon, Du Yu felt he might really go insane.
"Flap flap flap~"
