"Did you hear what I said? I told you long ago that even without Mo Ze, I could send you out of Qinggu Space and back to the Spirit Realm. But you still haven't told me how you delayed the teleportation for so long just now."
Seeing Qin Fengming recover, Qingyu immediately showed a solemn expression and looked around. She then spoke with evident displeasure.
"It was nothing. When the power of teleportation emerged in the Sumeru Space just now, I merely brought out several space sigils, causing that spatial power to remain stagnant for a few extra breaths. Those few breaths simply bought me a little more time."
Hearing the faintly sulky question in Qingyu's voice, Qin Fengming turned to look at the female cultivator. With a slight smile and a hint of apology, he explained.
He made it sound easy, as though it had been nothing more than a trivial matter.
Yet to Qingyu, those words had sounded like thunder splitting the heavens. To be able to influence the teleportation power of a Sumeru Space through the strength of sigils was something she found unimaginable.
Her attainment in the spatial artistic conception was no lower than Qin Fengming's, but she had never thought of using spatial sigils to affect spatial teleportation. It was not that she had failed to think of it, but that she had no confidence in succeeding and believed such an act was far too dangerous.
Although Qingyu had taken countless risks throughout her life, she would generally never consider a somewhat crazy act like Qin Fengming's.
Because she felt that such a thing was not worth the risk.
The Profound Desolation Stone was unquestionably precious, but compared with her life, it was still far inferior.
This time, if she had not encountered Qin Fengming