Mu Qingmeng nodded, momentarily dazed. A few seconds later, she regained her senses and hurriedly asked, "Qingqing, have you encountered some tricky situation? Can we help?"
"It's fine," Si Fuqing replied, holding Yu Xiheng's hand. "We'll be leaving now, but we'll be back soon."
Yu Xiheng glanced at her slender, porcelain-white fingers and nodded in agreement.
The two stepped outside.
Si Fuqing's hand was suddenly grasped, and her waist was held by another hand. His voice was cool. "I'll take you there."
She raised an eyebrow. "Brother Nine, are you a space-type evolved being?"
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to severely injure the Pope from a distance.
Yu Xiheng replied, "Just a bit of a connection."
"Actually, I can help too. Brother Nine, why don't you let me use your evolved abilities to take you there?" Si Fuqing blinked playfully. "But it wouldn't be as powerful as if you used it yourself."
