"It's not that serious." Zhou Shu shook his head. "I'm not sure if it will work."
"Little Brother, what idea do you have?" Madam Wang asked.
Zhou Shu didn't answer. Instead, he suddenly said, "Madam Wang, excuse me."
With a flip of his wrist, a long sword appeared in his hand.
Then boundless sword intent rose from his body, and the surrounding air seemed to boil.
Wang Xuanyi's expression changed slightly, and his aura rose. He almost attacked reflexively.
It was only when Madam Wang held his hand that he suppressed his urge to attack.
With the sword in hand, Zhou Shu seemed to have entered an inexplicable state.
The world in front of him changed inexplicably, and threads appeared in his vision.
Some of the threads connected to the sky and spread somewhere. Some connected from one person to another.
Zhou Shu's gaze landed on Madam Wang, Diao Moye. There were also countless threads connected to her body.
