In the Name of the Tarot Grand Arcana

At this moment,

in what seemed like the end of the world,

when even the physical space they could perceive had been compressed into two dimensions before collapsing along with the fragments of the mirror,

upon hearing her voice,

Su Wen merely turned around and gently drew the girl into his arms, then instinctively tapped the tip of her delicate nose.

"I'm fine.

You're the one making me worry.

Don't do this again."

Hearing him say that, Jiang Menghan merely shook her head softly and said,

"Great Scholar Su is pretending to be strong again.

Hmph.

I don't want to hear it.

Right now, I only want to know what you're facing again. I want to know the truth and what our next objective is."

She actually wanted to throw a little tantrum. After all, no matter how cold Jiang Menghan was, she was still a beautiful girl under twenty.

But the situation was urgent, so she chose the most rational approach.

That was also the tacit understanding between them.

Even when they met, perhaps they did not need to say too much,

because

the future was still very long.

Thus, Su Wen did not say anything more.

He merely allowed his World Influence to drain away rapidly.

All so that he could completely share his Abyss immunity with her through the Saint Macarius Flower pinned in her black hair.

As their voices faded, the space around them completely collapsed as well.

Endless Data Streams swallowed them like a raging tide, dragging them into the bottomless prison within Kunlun's incomplete data center.

Everything in the montage-like fragments of their vision blurred the boundary between reality and virtuality.

Yet amidst the gaps in the data,

Su Wen only held her tightly.

Countless streams of core data from the optical computer Kunlun