Zhou Qingyu discovered that her eyes could no longer keep up with it, all she saw were afterimages.
"Master, is it dangerous?"
"The six red stones earlier should have been used to suppress it."
"Why suppress it? Is it very evil?"
"That's hard to say." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head. "There are many possibilities for suppression."
"Master, can't you tell?" Zhou Qingyu asked, tilting her head.
Chu Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly became hollow.
A moment later, they returned to normal.
His eyes were filled with a sense of timelessness; his mental state suddenly became quiet.
Zhou Qingyu, sensitive to changes, sensed his transformation and hastily said, "Master, how is it?"
Chu Zhiyuan's eyes looked over, calm and indifferent, as if looking at a stranger.
Zhou Qingyu felt as if he was about to not recognize her, quickly saying, "Master?!"
Chu Zhiyuan's eyes flickered several times before returning to their usual gentle calmness and slowly said, "So that's it."
