Yang Jing asked worriedly, "Mr. Xiao, if too much time passes, will... will these black lights fall down?"
Once the black light descended, covering Yang Jing, he would be slain on the spot.
Yang Jing, who had almost been slain by the black light from afar, was obviously aware of this and couldn't help but ask Xiao Mu with concern.
Xiao Mu said indifferently, "They won't."
"Mr. Xiao, are you sure?"
Yang Jing couldn't help but ask again, looking somewhat embarrassed.
He knew that by asking repeatedly, he was questioning Xiao Mu, but considering it related to his own life's safety, he couldn't help but inquire further.
"Absolutely certain!"
