Han Qianxun quietly sized up Shangguan Qingchen, who was also Nalan Fusui, for a long while, without making any further moves. Time ticked by, and he didn't know exactly what he was wrestling with. In the end, after taking several deep breaths as if trying to calm his emotions, Han Qianxun made his move towards the slumbering Nalan Fusui.
Soon, a luminescent white orb appeared in Han Qianxun's hand. Initially, the orb was very small, but it gradually grew larger. With an elegant motion, Han Qianxun struck Nalan Fusui with his palm, and the orb enshrouded Nalan completely.
At first, the sleeping Nalan showed no sign of disturbance, not a hint of reaction, but gradually, he began to sweat profusely from his forehead, his complexion worsening. He struggled, trying to get up, but his eyes remained closed from beginning to end.
