This is... the disparity between the chess player and the chess piece?
King of Qin stared blankly at the other, devoid of any desire to continue moving.
That pale hand, getting closer and closer to him, he felt the tangibility of death for the first time!
This intuition told him that if that hand touched him, everything he had would come to an end.
But... so what?
Being no more significant than an ant, even if he struggled, how much longer could he cling to life?
Perhaps he was truly tired; for the first time, King of Qin revealed a weary smile, his eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open...
Just like this?
Such a voice echoed incessantly in his mind, just like this?
"This cannot be!"
A cold voice interrupted King of Qin's fanciful delusion, his body suddenly jerked back, and as he came to his senses, he found himself ten zhang away, brought there by Ziyue without knowing when. And in the distance, the hand that almost touched him remained in place, not following suit.
