"You're not Xiaodie'Er! Who are you really?"
Qin Yu's voice was like a sword breaking through ice, sharp and resolute.
The questioning words echoed in the air, carrying an unavoidable tension and vigilance.
Her gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, staring directly at the familiar yet strange figure in front.
Immediately following, as she questioned, she leaned forward, channeling the Qi Blood stored within her body into the Divine Weapon tightly grasped in her hand.
Moments later, Xiong Xiaoxiao and the other companions quickly reacted as well.
Each adjusted their stance, firmly gripping their Divine Weapons to form a tight formation, encircling Su Die.
Everyone's gaze was equally firm, full of caution.
Each expression told the same doubts and vigilance.
The scene instantly became frozen, with only the sound of clothes fluttering in the breeze and the steady, powerful heartbeats of the crowd breaking the silence.
