The surrounding sounds disappeared in an instant, and the horrifying tranquility was shattered by the heavy hammer. The fragments were like golden light spots, melting and flying, making a tinkling crisp sound. This crisp sound flowed back from the soles of her feet, and finally hovered in her mind, turning into a golden tsunami.
Dai Zhuang's hand softened, "Clang!" With a sound, the mask fell to the ground, swaying tremblingly from side to side on the stone pavement.
Pei Qingxu looked at Dai Zhuang in surprise, seeing Dai Zhuang standing motionless, staring straight ahead as if through the gauze of the curtain. He frowned and looked forward, seeing a man a few steps away with a faint smile, staring at Dai Zhuang intently.
Pei Qingxu asked uneasily:
"Who is he? Do you know him?"
After a moment, Dai Zhuang's voice came vaguely...
Intention: