Taking a Stand

The power of space-time was vast, yet ordinary.

Shift to a different position, lower the altitude by 350 meters, push the time back half an hour, and under the influence of space-time, the noisy disturbance backstage at the theater became nothing more than a farce on a snail's horn, utterly meaningless.

At present, the woman in the white shirt, an important suspect, had been placed in an interrogation room at the Police Station on the first floor of Aurora Cloud Capital. Faint traces of the battle between Tian Bang and Morun more than a month ago could still be seen on the differently colored walls outside the interrogation room.

Bamboo Pole paused to observe them with great interest.

After becoming B-Rank Mental Side, his psychic senses had improved dramatically. In terms of sensory range and depth, he was still far inferior to professionals like Ronan and Cat's Eye, but he possessed certain advantages when it came to analyzing the nature of things.

A building's structure could be repaired in all sorts of ways, but traces left behind in damaged areas by various forces—including imprints of a powerhouse's Soul Power—would always remain to some extent. With careful analysis, one could uncover some very interesting details.

Of course, all this depended on a rich and comprehensive store of knowledge, and it was also closely tied to one's own level of cultivation. Whether Tian Bang or Morun, their power levels were far above his, and so much time had passed that he could only look on in a half-understood state, barely passing the time.

"Hey, you're taking it easy here while I'm running around with people for medical exams like some nurse?" Zhang Yingying's voice approached from afar.

Bamboo Pole shrugged. "You should be satisfied to be an angel in white. You think