Fang Qingjue remembered the holy light Ling Xingjian had held in her palm.
She looked down at her own palm again.
There was no holy light in it, only origin power.
Vast, powerful, boundless origin power—so much that it had nearly exceeded the absolute limit of the Vast Overlord Physique.
Her gaze shifted past the focal point and settled on Shi Tiexin across from her. Fang Qingjue's eyes held an unshakable resolve. "I know you're no ordinary person, and your troubles won't be ordinary people's troubles either. But since you taught me all this, there's no way I can stand aloof."
"Tell me—what exactly is causing that inescapable tension in you?"
Scholar Stone looked at Fang Qingjue.
Fang Qingjue looked at Scholar Stone.
Against the background roar of the engines, the two silently stared at each other for five seconds.
Scholar Stone considered it. He was somewhat troubled, and even wanted to message all his good brothers to ask what he ought to do at a time like this.
But after five seconds of silence, Scholar Stone ultimately did not ask.
Matters in his own world were his to handle.
"Then, all right." Scholar Stone stood up. "Come on, let's change locations and talk."
Fang Qingjue decisively got to her feet and followed him.
After walking only a short distance, Scholar Stone arrived at the cabin door and reached for the handle that opened it.
The flight crew nearby immediately rushed forward in alarm to stop him. "Sir, danger—"
With a clang, his Thought Meridian switched to the Rhetoric System. Scholar Stone snapped his fingers, and invisible ripples spread outward. Every crew member went blank-eyed and froze.
Those ripples did not stop nearby, but spread far into the distance, reaching from one end of the plane to the other. After