Ma Jing felt a whirlwind of dizziness.
Since stepping into this magic realm, she had always felt breathless, as if a heavy boulder was pressing against her chest.
Because she was truly too weak, she shouldn't be in such a place at all.
Later, she encountered the Bone Candle Monk who was possessed by another powerful consciousness. Even she could see that blocking their way was indeed the rumored Meng Huafan.
The owner of this ship was her nightmare, the big boss of the dark world...
At this time, she was almost fainting from fear; and when she heard An Zhizhen mention "her accusation," Ma Jing had lost the ability to think.
The big shots don't have to worry about retaliation, even if they do the most arrogant things, they can walk away unscathed, but she is different! A grain of sand falling from their fingers could possibly be a mountain pressing down on her.
"Ma Jing, go and identify him."
In a daze, she heard Advisor An say to her:
"Find him...?"
