At this moment, the sunset slowly dipped below the horizon, retracting the afterglow spread across the sea's surface.
The world dimmed and became desolate as a chilly sea breeze whisked along the empty coastal road, gently caressing Gu Wenyu and Li Qingping's cheeks.
The two stared blankly into each other's eyes.
Behind them, the Octave Prism still hovered in mid-air, with pitch black restraint flowing down, gathering on the road into a swirling, twisted black vortex that looked from afar like a pool of dark blood.
"Li Qingping?"
Ji Minghuan, controlling the Number One body Gu Wenyu, spoke up, breaking the silence between them.
Li Qingping swallowed some water, opened his mouth, but couldn't form a complete sentence for a while:
"No, this... this is..."
Li Qingping, the Deputy Captain of the Royal Court Team and known as the "Red Dragon," had never shown such an awkward and unsightly expression throughout his life.
