"Have I seen this younger sister before?"
...
The process of picking up Yin Meng and Tan Wenbin went smoothly, but when entering this fiery dream, Li Zhiyuan encountered a problem.
It was no longer a matter of whether he understood or not; it was purely because the other party's emotions were on the verge of collapse.
Li Zhiyuan walked into the temple gate, where corpses lay everywhere, and a raging fire burned fiercely.
A young man was lying on the ground, continuously pounding the tiles with his fists. The tiles had shattered into pieces, and his hands were bloodied.
"Hey."
Li Zhiyuan called out several times.
The boy didn't know the young man's name, so he could only address him like this.
But Lin Shuyou had no response, still immersed in his own fury and pain.
