When darkness receded from the entire world.
Fresh air surged into the nostrils once again.
The painting beside was filled with scorch marks.
'Lin Wanqing' also reverted back to the stranger she saw in the painting world, eyes tightly shut, face pale, sitting on the ground, long devoid of life.
In the end, she repented.
She shared all she knew about the Pantheon.
And the real Lin Wanqing wasn't harmed, just tied up in the room in the mansion.
However, repentance is one thing.
Death is inevitable.
Not to mention the Candle Dragon form can't be seen by anyone alive.
Even a clay figure has some temper.
Since the Pantheon had already set its sights on him, sending people time and again to cause trouble.
With Fang Qingyu's personality, there was no reason to let them off.
But there hadn't been an opportunity to inquire about relevant information before.
Fang Qingyu hadn't expected this Pilgrim Proxy to have... well, a bit of a problem in the head.
