Before she had finished speaking, Yang Xing gave a brief reply.
"It's done!"
Then he met Bibi Dong's deep, pitch-black eyes, in which something seemed to churn, and said calmly, "If you've vented enough, we should head back."
Bibi Dong gave Yang Xing a long look, then stared down at Qian Xunji, who lay unconscious on the ground below, before slowly nodding.
"I have!"
Yang Xing smiled and swept his hand through the air. The two vanished on the spot.
An unknown amount of time passed before Bibi Dong opened her eyes, gasping for breath like someone breaking the surface of a lake after nearly drowning. She was back in the pavilion at the manor outside Spirit City.
Yang Xing was still sitting across from her, pouring himself some tea.
She sat opposite him, large beads of cold sweat gathering on her forehead. Everything she had just seen and heard felt like an illusory dream.
Fortunately, a moment later, Bibi Dong sensed the turbulence in her Soul Power and how depleted it had become. Together with her torn, disheveled clothing, it confirmed that none of what had just happened had been an illusion or a dream.
She looked up at Yang Xing across from her. He was sipping his tea as though nothing had happened, his eyes showing nothing but appreciation for its flavor. Her gaze was profoundly conflicted.
"Was all of that... real?"
Yang Xing took a sip of tea and set down his cup. The meaning in his gaze seemed to pierce straight into Bibi Dong's heart. "Whether it was real or not, your own senses should be more convincing than anything I say."
Bibi Dong fell silent for a while. "What kind of ability is this? How could it actually reverse time and space? Was it bestowed