"Many people... there are... you are there... you are wearing black... black clothes... but your hair is not... not the way it looks now. God wants to... kill you! You... you are running, you are taking a woman with you... running away..."
"Kill me?" Zhao Wujiang frowned. What did God refer to? Enemies? Or the Heavenly Dao? And who was the woman? It couldn't be Jing'er, could it?
Zhao Wujiang stretched out his hand, and a phantom appeared in his palm, the very image of Jing'er. He asked, "Is it her?"
Chapter 497