The dull sound woke Ai Changyuan from his dazed state.
The terrifying thought that swept the galaxy was still wreaking havoc inside him. He felt as if he was dispersing, his Primordial Spirit constantly enduring destruction. Imposing and minute erasures of Spiritual Power occurred intermittently within him.
"Serious… indeed…" Ai Changyuan felt he couldn't even lift his fingers. He opened his eyes and looked around. Lu Qianqian was sitting cross-legged in meditation, performing Circulation. Her cultivation method this time was cautious, diligently concealing all aura to avoid triggering any fluctuations of Spiritual Power.
There was an enemy.
Ai Changyuan quickly understood the situation that led Lu Qianqian to act this way.
