Mitchell understood his intention and fell silent momentarily. Without him watching over the flame on the ground, it suddenly extinguished, and all of a sudden, the place plunged into pitch darkness.
"Yes," Mitchell responded, then prepared to leave.
Bai Qingqing hugged his arm even more tightly. Sensing Mitchell moving his arm, her face turned pale. "Don't."
Unable to see a single thing, she dared not face Saint Zachary.
Mitchell suddenly couldn't bear to do it. This feeling in his heart was faintly discernible like a smudge of white smoke, but under Shuu's influence, it intensified.
The soul crystal was at its strongest at this moment. If it weren't for his father's immense oppressiveness, Mitchell very nearly handed over the control of his body to Shuu out of habit.
Even then, this fleeting moment of hesitation was sufficient to induce great displeasure in Saint Zachary. He growled in a deep voice. "What are you waiting for?!"
