The coldness at the phantom fingertip had just touched his brow, and Pi Yanlin felt all the blood in his body freeze into ice crystals.
He wanted to call out Gu Qinghuan's name, but his throat felt as if it were stuffed with water-soaked cotton, and he could only watch her blood-stained reflection grow increasingly blurry in the Bronze Mirror.
The next moment, his consciousness was abruptly dragged into chaos.
Chapter 93