Yan Meilin's face had already gone pale.
The panic she had been trying so desperately to suppress was now impossible to hide. Her eyes remained fixed on her own trembling hands as she repeatedly attempted to summon the familiar power she had relied upon her entire life.
Yet no matter how hard she tried, nothing responded. The connection that had always existed felt distant and weak, as though something invisible stood between her and the source of her abilities.
"Your Majesty..." Her voice trembled noticeably. "I don't know. I really don't know what's happening."
Long Mingze's expression darkened. The situation inside the hall had already slipped beyond his control. Xia Yuqing was preparing to leave. Lu Jinchen still held the gun pointed directly at him. The sudden appearance of Yan Rouxi and Rong Yixuan had introduced variables he hadn't anticipated.
