The fleeing Snow Qilin suddenly glanced back and muttered to itself, 'So they were following me after all? Are the owners of these two auras friend or foe? Why is my subconscious telling me not to run, as if they're extremely important to me? Should I trust my subconscious or not?'
The Snow Qilin, having lost its past-life memories, was utterly bewildered. It was so confused that it gradually slowed to a halt. A few breaths later, its pupils abruptly constricted. It was too late to run. Two unprecedentedly large Spatial Rifts had torn open out of thin air right in front of it. The violent, tearing force of space sent the Snow Qilin staggering backward.
RRRIP! A tearing sound echoed from one of the rifts, followed by a primeval roar. "I'm finally out! The aura inside a Spatial Rift is just disgusting!"
