Jialan carried the dazed Lin Qiye and rushed all the way back to the warehouse. The moment she entered, Zhou Ping appeared before her.
Zhou Ping's gaze fell on Lin Qiye, who was shrouded in purple mist. He frowned slightly. "Mental contamination?"
He brought two fingers together, a wisp of sword qi coiling around his fingertips, and gently touched Lin Qiye's brow.
All the purple qi mixed into Lin Qiye's mind was like grime on a bowl, instantly washed away by the surging sword qi and forced from his body. A purple cloud bloomed beside Lin Qiye, and with a casual wave of Zhou Ping's hand, the purple qi vanished into the air.
Clarity gradually returned to Lin Qiye's eyes.
Zhou Ping nodded. "All right. He's fine now."
Jialan: ...
Zhou Ping turned to look at Baili Pangpang and the others outside the warehouse. Seeing their resentful gazes, he paused in puzzlement. "Why are you... looking at me like that?"
Baili Pangpang closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.
What did it mean when Cheng Yaojin suddenly showed up halfway through?
My Sister Jialan had finally gotten such a good opportunity. The rice was practically about to be cooked, only for someone to cut in halfway...
Baili Pangpang opened his mouth, about to say something, when a soft crack came from Lin Qiye's body. It sounded as though something had shattered, ringing crisply through the warehouse.
Immediately afterward, a powerful wave of Mental Power erupted from Lin Qiye!
Jialan, who was holding Lin Qiye, suddenly froze.
"He broke through?" Zhou Ping looked at Lin Qiye, surprise surfacing in his eyes.
There was no longer the slightest muddiness in Lin Qiye's eyes, replaced by an unprecedented clarity. Wisps of light bloomed from his pupils, and faintly, the sound of seawater surging could