"You dare to f**king deceive me?"
Qin Yi stared intensely at Ming Ye, roaring madly.
He simply couldn't accept this truth.
After going through countless hardships and near-death experiences to get here, he was told that the Resurrection Technique was merely a Puppetry Technique. How could he accept that?
If there was no Resurrection Technique, then what about Duan Yiyi?
At that moment, Qin Yi broke down.
His entire body was on the verge of collapsing, and his vision darkened. He simply couldn't accept it.
Ming Ye, however, calmly said, "He's not wrong, the Resurrection Technique is indeed the Puppetry Technique."
"Shut up, shut your mouth." Qin Yi's features twisted, hideous and terrifying, as he screamed frantically.
Qin Mu stepped forward, placing a hand on Qin Yi's shoulder, a gentle force flowing into Qin Yi's body, helping him stabilize his emotions.
"Qin Yi, calm down..."
"How can I calm down? How do you expect me to calm down?" Qin Yi roared, eyes reddened.
