Kapitel 1287: Article 1287: Magic Flames

Shen Yue spoke almost in Zen riddles, but Lin Yifei understood, "You can't even feel the coldness of metal? Or its hardness?" His description was accompanied by a strange look.

Shen Yue's eyebrows raised slightly, "Have you felt something similar?"

It was understood that it wasn't just a matter of talent; it could also be due to past experiences.

Lin Yifei sighed lightly, recalling, "When I took the Mysterious Iron Sword that year, it was this very feeling!"

The Labyrinth was silent.

Lin Yifei made no attempt to hide, looking at Shen Yue, "I told you before that when I took the Mysterious Iron Sword, I felt its calling. It may sound absurd, but that was exactly how I felt."

Gazing at the strange door, Lin Yifei said, "I feel like the world inside this door is where I belong. Beyond this door seems to be another world, and I belong to that world."

Wanyan Lie said coldly, "You're wrong, you belong to this world!"