It was already late at night when leaving the library.
Lolan stood at the tower window waving goodbye, his smile still perfect. But when Ye Qingzhou passed the third street corner, Sword Qi suddenly stabbed towards the shadow under the streetlight.
"Sss!"
A human-skin-like shadow was pinned to the wall, still bearing Lolan's facial features.
Xiaohuo spewed out Dragon Breath, incinerating it, and a distant muffled groan was carried in the burnt smell.
"A dual soul..."
Ye Qingzhou crushed the ashes.
The real Lolan was likely long since a shell parasitized by a certain being, and the Magic Association's library was being used for forbidden refining experiments.
The night wind blew past the street corner, carrying the unique rusty smell of Frost Iron City. Ye Qingzhou and Elise stood under the bronze lamp post in front of the Magic Association. The thick mythical epic in Ye Qingzhou's hands emitted a bluish light; Hermes's triangular emblem on the spine pulsed with his breath.
