Just as Yan Feng looked toward Lin Xiaotian, he silently circulated his Qi, intending to crush the jade token in his hand.
However, before he could act, a stream of information suddenly surged into his mind, causing his expression to change slightly.
The jade token… was not an ordinary item, but a recording stone.
Within his consciousness, an image slowly formed.
Zhao Lingyue's figure appeared before him, her beautiful face slightly pale, with tears clinging to her eyelashes as if she had been holding them back for a long time.
She seemed to be looking directly at him. "By the time you are seeing this… I will already be gone."
Hearing her voice, Yan Feng's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of confusion appearing within his eyes.
"Yan Feng… you are the only one I have ever loved in this life, and no one will ever take your place."
Her voice trembled faintly, yet she forced herself to continue. "But I do not want anything to happen to you because of me."
