"Just like what you saw earlier, the power she used to slow down time and immobilize people." Jiang Wei explained, "That's not truly the power of the book, it's a projection of her bloodline, a trace of its power."
"So that book... is fake?"
Fang Qingyu recalled the ancient book that disintegrated and dissipated.
"You can't really call it fake." Jiang Wei tilted her head slightly, as if searching for the right words, "That projection's power is enough for her to manifest a 'shadow' of 'Entropy of Time', and to use some superficial power of space-time. But this power... is tied to her bloodline."
She paused, her little face earnestly watching Fang Qingyu: "This trace of projection power cannot be seized by others. Once the witch dies, the projection will dissipate, just like earlier."
Fang Qingyu suddenly understood: "I see... so that's why you said you can't let her go? Because she knows you?"
