"Die for me!" The Prefect of Wangchuan's face twitched as his sinister killing intent nearly solidified.
Plop!
Water splashed everywhere. In the critical moment, Qing Chi unhesitatingly, like a moth to a flame, leaped into the River of Oblivion.
Upon contact with the river water, Qing Chi's entire body erupted with a five-colored smoke, as if a dye workshop had been overturned, like a shattered glass dreamscape.
Each wisp of smoke rising and transforming reflected vibrant and warm scenes of the past. Yet those radiant memories of life were mercilessly swept away by the cold river water, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Unlike Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi had no treasure for protection and couldn't resist the scouring of the River of Oblivion.
"Qing Chi!" Ning Zhuo witnessed the scene, his heart and mind shaken.
