Sheng An kept her eyes fixed on him.
At the doorway, the newly arrived members of the Special Affairs Office all stopped in their tracks, staring hard at him.
What disaster? How could they solve it?
This was the information they had been desperately searching for in this lifetime, too. Sheng An was pressing Old Qin now for the same reason: to find a solution.
Old Qin...
Had he seen it?
Old Qin smiled, bitterly and painfully. Rather than answer immediately, he asked, "Do you know how rule-and-order-type superpowers actually work?"
Sheng An pressed her lips together. Anxious as she was, she did not question him, but followed his lead-
"Rule-and-order types govern how things interact. They are the world's logic and underlying principles. However special superpower people might be, they still exist within those principles and must obey certain rules."
Old Qin smiled and nodded. "Yes. Order-and-rule superpowers are far too unusual. They either exploit gaps in the rules or defy the world's rules and order. That's why the cost is so high."
Sheng An said nothing, but she agreed.
Of all the order-and-rule superpowers that had appeared, hers seemed to have the fewest drawbacks so far.
But in truth, every time she pulled at time, she suffered tremendous pain. Without an extraordinarily strong mind, that pain would drive a person mad.
Sheng An did not know how much longer she could hold on, either.
The higher her superpower's level rose, the greater the price she paid to use it.
"My superpower is the same. I peer at the truth through gaps in the rules and order, paying with my life."
Old Qin smiled and continued, "But my last prophecy clearly exceeded what I could endure. I was already dying after glimpsing only part of the truth."
Sheng An's