"Shattered Dreams!"
Lin Qingque smiled, her clenched hand unfolding like a blossoming flower.
As her words ended, space immediately twisted and folded, resembling a crumpled painting ridden with creases.
People within this warped painting contorted and deformed with the space.
Some even got squashed flat, turning into literal paper-thin figures.
"Is this a new technique devised by Junior Sister?"
Xu Yuan swallowed hard and asked.
"Indeed,"
Lin Qingque revealed a melancholic smile, "It was from a dream I had long ago. In the dream, I focused solely on my cultivation and neglected Elder Brother, and as a result, some wicked women deceived him. To remind myself not to repeat the same mistake, I named this technique 'Shattered Dreams.' Elder Brother, you wouldn't do that to me, right?"
"Hehe, of course, I love Junior Sister the most."
Xu Yuan chuckled awkwardly.
He had thought that even if these people couldn't stop her, they would at least pose some trouble.
