Under the bright moonlight, the world was as still as water, everything steeped in a dreamlike illusion.
And with the last character on the notebook vanishing, the rigidity of the air had reached its peak.
Not far in front of Fu Qian, Selana's emotions were obviously in a strange state, primarily a mix of embarrassed anger and resentful restraint.
"How did you manage to do it?"
However, having over 500 years of experience was no small matter, so after taking a deep breath, she chose to be the wise man who submits to circumstance.
"Understanding that I would come is one thing, but given the depth of your confinement, how did you have the strength left to react that way?"
"What do you think?"
Her question was clearly within the realm of reason, but Fu Qian didn't rush to clear up her confusion, instead, he let her speculate freely.
"During that moment of disappearance… what did you do?"
Selana, as expected, guessed the critical point directly.
