Outside the Fox Race's sacred grounds, the Giant Tower settled back onto the base of the enormous stone cart. Xia Jin's army silently moved in squads, reforming their ranks like streams splitting off from puddles left behind by the receding tide on a beach—silent, tranquil, disorderly yet orderly, and ultimately destined to flow into the sea.
Zuo Xi sat among those disorderly-moving troops like a reef rooted in the damp sand.
She focused on writing down her "inspiration" in her shorthand notebook, thinking continuously along the lines of those inspirations.
"[Qimo] isn't limited to transforming into a [Profession Item]. He deliberately mentioned 'restrictions,' which may reflect his cautious nature. But if this is his [Profession Item], then perhaps this action wasn't merely out of caution or an attempt to conceal his true abilities. Perhaps it has a deeper meaning—but maybe he simply habitually holds something back, rather than deliberately hiding it for some special reason? This point cannot be confirmed for now."
"His means of escaping the blockade were highly sophisticated. He vanished instantly, beyond the range of my tracking ability. That was also completely unexpected. Moreover, he had never used a similar method before. Perhaps it was an ability he had only recently acquired, but it could also have been a trump card he had never used."
"Most importantly, the white threads that dragged me into the past and neutralized the combined abilities of my [Fountain Pen] and [Ink Bottle]. I have reason to suspect that they originated from the ability of the demon from the Prison Mountain Realm, the one that triggered a direct conflict between 'Order' and the 'Freedom Alliance.'"
"Did he borrow that ability? No. Judging from its strength and the performance of the ancient-dressed woman who appeared at the time, I lean toward the 'demon's'