The dangerous glint in her eyes answered him with ruthless clarity.
Yes. Absolutely yes.
For the first time since touching the Non-Existence Authority, since erasing a Demon Lord from reality itself, genuine dread crept up Wang Chen's spine. It was not the fear of death, nor the fear of heavenly punishment. It was something far worse—being dragged into a destiny he had not chosen, bound by someone else's expectations.
Every instinct he possessed screamed at him to flee.
Without hesitation, he clenched his teeth, gathered his qi, and activated One Thought Crossing to its absolute limit. Space folded violently around him as his figure blurred, already beginning to vanish.
"Stop!" Ming Yao called out, her voice carrying a commanding sweetness that could freeze the hearts of emperors and bend the wills of saints.
