"Brother Feng, whenever you use light transmission, why do you make those strange gestures every time? Is there a special meaning?"
Feng Yi felt embarrassed. He had performed the Third Rhythm many times in front of Zi Yu, and it seemed she had noticed for quite some time now. "It's just my habit, no special meaning."
"Hmm… It's quite suspicious, you know." Zi Yu's eyes were full of doubt.
Feng Yi reluctantly lowered his hand from his brow, and while his thoughts flipped, the rhythm was silently executed...
At that moment, laws that surpass time and everything froze the material operations, presenting a dilapidated scene in Feng Yi's pupils.
