Netherflame? Lu Luo was just about to try mobilizing this power when an inopportune voice suddenly sounded from behind the trio.
"To think I'd wear out iron shoes in my search, only to stumble upon you so easily. We finally meet, Lu Luo. So you have a bead in your hand too? If you don't want it, you can give it to me!"
The three turned their heads. A tall, thin man was gradually approaching them—it was Lan Tian's intelligence officer, Li Qingshu.
Yet, Lu Luo clearly remembered that just moments ago, there was supposed to be a white wall directly behind him.
[Your memory is not wrong, but this world, or rather, this space is not fixed.]
[The rules here are controlled by the will of a certain entity, and everything here changes according to its mood.]
[The wall that was behind you a moment ago vanished completely before this person appeared.]
As Li Qingshu drew closer, the voice of that child suddenly rang in Lu Luo's ears.
