He wanted to step back, but his legs refused to obey, as if they had been nailed to the shattered ground.
His muscles were taut enough to snap, yet he could not move at all.
Cold sweat slid down from his temples and dripped into the dust, leaving dark marks.
The night wind swept through the ruined courtyard, stirring up dust and letting out a faint whimper.
Baby's voice was hoarse, filled with undisguised fear. "You... who exactly are you?" He forced himself to look up, but all he could see was Qi Heng's silhouette against the moonlight.
That figure was tall and imposing, like an insurmountable mountain.
Qi Heng stopped before him and looked down at him.
Moonlight spilled down like silver gauze, illuminating his sharply defined profile and those golden eyes that glimmered coldly in the darkness—so cold they seemed inhuman, like two eternally frozen stars, deep and sharp.
"Qi Heng." He spoke, his calm voice piercing through the night. "A Saiyan from another spacetime."
The atmosphere fell silent at once. Only the dry branches in the distance rustled in the wind.
Qi Heng's gaze swept over Baby's bedraggled state, the ground fractured by battle, the fallen stone pillars, and the vague outline of mountains beneath the distant moonlight.
He turned slightly, the hem of his clothes lifting in the wind.
"Baby, I won't kill you today."
Baby froze, almost thinking he had misheard.
His pupils contracted, and his lips parted, yet no sound came out.
"Y-you... what did you say?"
"I said I'm letting you go." Qi Heng turned around, his back to him as he looked toward the mountains sinking into darkness in the distance.
His voice remained as calm as ever, like an icy spring in a winter night. "But remember one thing."
He suddenly