C1082 Novruner Tablet

Xing Yan's desire to live was palpable as he watched Chu Lin approach, a wave of tension washing over him, his forehead slick with cold sweat. Yet, Chu Lin merely brushed past him without so much as a glance, the gentle breeze feeling like a soft slap across his face.

Xing Yan's face was a mask of stiffness, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He felt utterly insignificant