After the spirit communication ended, Xu Xiangyang clutched his forehead, and his whole body staggered backward as if he were dizzy, ultimately collapsing next to a trash can.
Zhu Qingyue, seeing this, hurried to his side and squatted down, grabbing his arm and helping the young man to his feet.
"Are you alright?"
Face to face with the girl, Xu Xiangyang took several deep breaths before he calmed down and regained his footing, straightening up with his back against the wall.
"Could it be that what I just saw was..."
"Yes. Ah... Please let go, I'm fine now."
Once Zhu Qingyue stepped aside, he righted the trash can and took a moment to gather his thoughts before slowly answering.
"I might know who that guy really is."
"Really?"
Zhu Qingyue's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
She had not expected his abilities to be so convenient to use.
