Nangong Yunxi furrowed his brows tightly, standing there silently for a long time without speaking.
Xia Xuan also wore a troubled expression, unsure of what to do next. If the space-time slipped from their control, who could say whether it would lead to irreversible consequences in the future?
"What else did Mu Yunfan say?" Nangong Yunxi calmed down, walked over to the sofa, and sat down. He stared blankly ahead as he asked.
"He didn't say much else, but just this alone is enough to give us a headache. If space-time really goes into chaos, how will we control it?"
Xia Xuan worriedly looked at Nangong Yunxi, but found that he wasn't anxious at all. Aside from a slight expression of worry earlier, he now seemed completely indifferent.
"Yunxi, aren't you even a little bit worried?"
Xia Xuan asked in bewilderment, feeling like he was about to lose his mind with worry.
