In short, as a projection of will, Brunhild had appeared as suddenly as a shadow—and left just as swiftly as the wind. That was the advantage of information in the universe of the material world.
And so, everything settled down, the storm passed, and the dust came to rest. Even the armored spirit-fire puppets leaning against the spatial walls remained obediently where they stood, like a row of dedicated decorative statues.
She hadn't even taken her distant great-niece with her.
...Then again, if you counted the generations, was she a granddaughter or a great-granddaughter?
Curiously, King Filian of Sleen had stopped crying. She stood up, dusted herself off, wiped away the tears on her face, and said with lingering fear, "She's finally gone! Boo-hoo, that scared me half to death! At least we made it out alive!"
So, girl, whose side are you on?
"I never imagined Her Highness, Queen Suluca Brunhild, would be like that." Gongsun Qing looked in confusion from Feifei to Yu Lian, her eyes shining with clear bewilderment and innocence.
"Was... was she here just to threaten us?"
"She didn't threaten you," Feifei said with a smile. "With her endorsement, at least the Gongsun family won't be purged."
"I-is that so?" The Sword Saint nodded dumbly. "So I should thank her, then?"
"Who knows? At least her hostility wasn't that obvious or direct." Feifei's gaze drifted to the row of spirit-armored puppets still standing at the edge of the space. She waved casually, and the alchemical constructs, already shrunk to half their original size, turned into tiny flames that merged with the shadow she cast on the ground, vanishing in an instant.
Feifei looked troubled. "They really are mine now. Should I thank Her Highness Queen Suluca for sending me such a gift?"
Why not? Yu