Endless light streaked past Wu Xiaode's eyes.
They converged in mid-air, forming a gray shadow.
Taking advantage of this moment, the Butterfly Soul blade suddenly spoke:
"Don't worry, your identity in this world will stand up to scrutiny—"
"Especially after you sacrificed those two detected skills; for the time being, the bugs don't know that you are the initiator of time travel."
Wu Xiaode's mind settled a bit, though his face expressed shock.
Everything around him froze in place.
A bird hung in the air.
The guards kept vigilant expressions, intently watching passerby and vehicles.
The Marquise's carriage had just left the city, and the billowing dust it raised hung still in the air.
A street vendor in the distance watched the commotion, smoke from the cigarette in his mouth stuck motionless mid-air.
Was this the power of time?
The next instant.
The gray shadow suddenly unfolded, turning into a humanoid figure that shone with a dim light and gradually took shape.
