"Master Qin, what… what on earth just happened to me?"
When Hua Xiaotian saw Qin Fan was still by his side, the panic on his face intensified rather than subsided. What in the world had he just experienced? Why had he just been trapped in that hopeless, deadly space? Hua Xiaotian needed to know, and he needed to know desperately.
"An illusion. Everything you experienced was an illusion," Qin Fan said gravely. "If I'm not mistaken, the Onmyoji have made their move again. Remember those blood-red butterflies that appeared after you kicked open the elevator door? Those butterflies were behind it."
