Chapter 274: The False Prince
He stared at Old Daoist Liu like this for a moment, then suddenly sucked in a breath—like a drowning person suddenly surfacing, escaping the state of near-suffocation.
Then he retreated two steps in succession, his right hand gripping the doorframe, which was hot from the sun, to steady himself. He gasped for air two or three times, his eyelashes trembling violently, staring straight into the void ahead. After watching for a long time, he suddenly shook his head—his visual focus fell back on Old Daoist Liu.
The Old Daoist was startled by his sudden change. He rushed up and grabbed Li Yunxin's shoulder, whispering next to him: "Brother Xin, what's wrong?"
Li Yunxin grabbed his hand in return—with a force so great it felt like he wanted to crush his bones. But Old Daoist Liu noticed his eyes—his gaze carried a hint of panic, as if...
As if a terrified child.
As if a terrified child was tightly clutching his grandfather's hand and looking at a world completely unfamiliar to him with dread.
Old Daoist Liu was seeing such an expression on Li Yunxin's face for the first time.
But the expression was fleeting. Li Yunxin seemed to have just been jolted awake from a long nightmare. He had been muddled just moments before, but quickly regained awareness.
After holding his hand for two breaths, Li Yunxin realized his impropriety.