Bi Xia opened her mouth, turning her gaze to Qin Zhan, only to see Qin Zhan staring dazedly at his palm. At this moment, the spiritual power belonging to devouring was disappearing, and fiery gold spiritual power was gradually converging in his palm.
With a slight lift of his phoenix eyes, he then turned to Bi Xia, lightly pursing his thin lips, "It should be 007. He returned the wind power to me, and the devouring was suppressed."
Saying this, noticing Bi Xia's uncontrollable smile, he chuckled softly, "Looks like everything's back now."
"Yes," Bi Xia smiled, "Everything's back."
Qin Zhan gazed deeply at Bi Xia and suddenly asked, "Jiu, I didn't celebrate your eighteenth birthday with you, are you upset?"
Bi Xia was slightly startled, shaking her head, "No, there was a reason, why blame you."
