The smile on Qingyi's face didn't last long.
Slowly, the corners of his lips drooped, his expression hardening as he turned away. The warm glow in his purple eyes gave way to something sharp and icy.
"Rou'er, sit in the lotus position and focus your mind. Ignore any noise from the outside world," Qingyi ordered in a cold tone.
Rou'er didn't hesitate for even a second.
A faint flicker of pain passed over her beautiful face as she crossed her legs, but her eyes remained closed.
Beneath his feet, Qingyi felt a series of strange arrays activate—clearly set up only recently.
The coldness on his face intensified.
"You shouldn't be here," he said, hands elegantly clasped behind his back, his purple eyes fixed on the distant horizon.
There, a black portal tore open in the sky, ripping through the very fabric of space, and from it emerged forty-one figures.
Leading the group were two elders, a dragon in his human form, and an old man with pink hair identical to Rou'er's.
