"I understand it completely!"
"Damn it! I understand everything!"
Even though Murong had just fainted from having his legs pressed, the voice startled him awake.
For a moment, the cellar seemed to be in the throes of a storm, as a few oil lamps swayed back and forth, reflecting Duan Yun's changeable handsome face.
Murong wiped the froth from the corner of his mouth, startled, he said, "No way?"
The familiar feeling, here it comes again!
At that moment, Murong seemed to return to that stormy night, witnessing Old Demon Duan mastering the Seven-layered Spring Rain in an instant, shattering his worldview.
And many times after that, he thought he should have gotten used to it.
Yet every time he faced such a scene, he still felt shocked, fresh, and even a little scared.
This time was different from the previous occasions because he was witnessing it with Feng Linger, Ning Qing, and Green Jade.
For some reason, Murong felt a hint of sourness in his heart.
