Ye Qing told me to wait, then fell silent.
All I could do was wait, my eyes fixed on the two fingernails without even blinking.
After a long while, my eyes began to ache, but the fingernails still hadn't changed at all.
I waited a little longer, and my attention began to wander.
I wasn't thinking about anything in particular. I was just spacing out.
I didn't know whether Ye Qing would accept my proposal.
By all rights, he should have.
The proposal benefited Ye Qing and had no downside. It was also a good choice for achieving his goal.
But if there really were nothing to lose and everything to gain, Ye Qing would have acted already. Using someone else's ability might harm him.
That was the only reason I could think of.
If it didn't damage him or impose some kind of limitation on his ability, I couldn't imagine why Ye Qing wouldn't simply take mine.
Was it out of morality or a sense of honor?
I didn't like my ability, and I'd made it clear long ago that I didn't want to get involved in supernatural incidents. From my perspective, Ye Qing taking my ability wouldn't be theft or robbery. He didn't seem like the kind of person who'd be bound by such things.
Or perhaps having my ability taken directly would endanger my life?
Since Ye Qing wasn't being honest with me, all I could do was let my imagination run wild.
I didn't know how much time had passed when I sensed a slight change in the yin energy in the room.
My nerves tightened instinctively, and I turned to look down the hallway. Then I realized that the extra yin energy wasn't the terrifying aura seeping out from behind that door.
I looked at