However.
The cloaked figure spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear. "Hyperdimensional Space."
Bai Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he immediately gave Black Swan a look.
She understood at once, drew a card, and casually scattered it.
Several members of the Hound Family suddenly looked lost. Then, as if they had remembered something, they turned around without a word and went back to work.
The cloaked figure let out a breath of relief and removed her hood. The remaining people all looked at her.
Blue hair, with a pair of tiny wings growing beside her ears—it was Nightingale.
"Thank you for helping me..."
Nightingale was extremely polite. Only after finishing her greetings did she look at Bai Yan.
"And thank you as well, master of the Hyperdimensional Space."
"Something went wrong?" Bai Yan asked bluntly.
She nodded. "When I received the inquiry, I sensed a strange distortion in space-time.
"At first, I thought it was normal, but when I opened my eyes again, I found myself inexplicably on the Xianzhou Alliance.
"Fortunately, Lady Fu Xuan did not make things difficult for me, allowing me to return to Penacony."
A spatial-temporal distortion...
But there had clearly been nothing like that when Jingliu entered.
Bai Yan could not make sense of it.
Then Nightingale said with a hint of excitement, "Still, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I'm temporarily free now."
Her busy career left her under endless pressure, and even occasional slacking off had become a luxury. Yet her current missing-person status had accidentally worked out perfectly.
And the Hyperdimensional Space seemed to be some kind of special domain. Not only did it suppress extraordinary powers, but it also possessed other unknown forces.
None of that was the important part to Nightingale. What mattered