Just like a startled cat, his spine arched like a dragon, fur standing on end, a great sense of crisis burst forth in his heart.
Driven by this sense of crisis, Hui Lun was about to resist, but suddenly his vision blurred and he saw Jiang Li, who somehow had changed his appearance—dressed in white, with white hair and a complexion as clean as the full moon, transcendentally pure.
"Master!" His mind was greatly disturbed.
The Awakened in Hui Lun's eyes suddenly pushed forward with a palm, his fingers spreading wide like the heavens, morphing into mountains that filled his field of vision, pressing down with endless weight.
"It can't be! Master would never treat me this way!"
