Qin Han held Song Yuwei in his arms, feeling very gentle and soft. Perhaps this was the tangible feeling of happiness.
After a while, he remembered something and said, "To prevent you from worrying too much, I think I should tell you about this."
"Earlier this afternoon, while discussing the Kunlun incident, I suddenly felt a strange vision flash through my mind."
"It was a bit like the celestial court enshrouded in clouds and mist, with many blurry shadows above."
"I couldn't tell if they were people or buildings, but they were definitely beyond anything modern."
"Then, a text on some ancient banner lingered in my mind, and I spontaneously entered a state of meditation."
"Afterwards, I felt my power had grown stronger than before, as if some kind of ability was being transmitted."
At this point, Qin Han also felt there was something illogical.
After all, this was such an outrageous thing.
