“Have you seen my head?”0

Ye Qing’s skull turned numb, and his back broke out in cold sweat when he heard this. He felt as if he had plummeted into an ice hole, cold and frozen. He did not dare to move even a muscle.0

If before he only felt that something extremely bad would happen if he moved carelessly, now he knew for certain that he was in big trouble.0

It was because the one question had made him feel like Sun Wukong trapped underneath the Five Fingers Mountain. His back felt like it was bearing the heavens themselves, his skin felt icy to touch, his yin god and demonic thought were completely suppressed, his energies were tied up by invisible shackles, and his mind was trembling like a leaf.0

Right here and now, he was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.0

He was...0