However, Luo Jianqing's expression was quite calm, as if he was imprisoned, yet also as if he was meditating.
The hand holding the sword's hilt seemed unmoved, yet also seemed to have already drawn the sword from its sheath.
Most importantly, the black sphere imprisoning Luo Jianqing contained a liquid that was not murky, but clear like green lake water, even bubbling incessantly as if boiling.
This situation was evidently completely different from those around him.
Even the vine that climbed onto the surface of his sphere was a lush green vine, not a black vine.
What exactly is going on?
Clearly, just a moment ago he saw the Green and Purple Lotus bloom, watched the eyeball roll down, and was rescued by everyone. Then the next moment, he realized everything that had happened afterward was an illusion; he had been captured by the black sphere since the lotus bloomed. The others were similar, only Daoist Qing Yan seemed to have foreseen it all, handling the pressure with ease.
