"No rush."
After song qingxiao left the old Daoist, she quickly returned to her usual calm and composed self.
She also felt that time was turning back. This was the worst ending that seven had warned her about.
As she spoke, she looked at her palm. The 'Ren' token in her palm was burning, as if it was guiding her forward so that she would not be lost in the torrent of time.
As time rapidly reversed, Seven's shouts became more and more urgent, but the louder they were, the further away they seemed from her.
In a daze, she felt like she had returned to the heavens beyond heaven, when the great battle had ended.
She was bidding farewell to the people of the taikang clan, and then master good cause, who had been forced to retreat, returned.
In mid-air, the several split souls refined by master Shan Yin were hung high up by seven, but they were all retrieved by him.
Everything that had happened was like a reversed videotape, backing up in a strange way.
