Dust fluttered, a rift appeared in space, and a murderous voice echoed around.
"The Eye of the Forest, Heaven has its path which you won't take, Hell cannot be trespassed, this is your grave."
Lin Fei turned back and glanced at his fierce face, stiff, with furrowed brows, feeling that his face was familiar to someone he had met before, then asked, "Who are you?"
Lin Dun had encountered too many things recently because a person who had already died in his arms was deep in Lin Dun's consciousness.
"Wildfire, I ask you, did not your younger brother Luoyang die by your hands too?"
Lin Dun muttered, "Creation."
Lin Dun thought for a moment, then remembered, nodding and saying, "No problem, he died by my hand."
