Qiaoqiao looked curiously at everything before her, secretly admiring it in her heart. She wondered how long it would take to achieve the level of freedom her uncle displayed.
She glanced at Danny, then turned to look at Zhou Xia seated on the chair.
Noticing that Zhou Xia was unusually silent today, having not spoken since arriving, seemed strange, but at this point, even the unusual was as it was.
The bow was drawn, and there's no turning back now, moreover, this was the best solution.
Gu Junbai had already stood in front of Danny. He extended his hands, quietly releasing the spiritual energy between his fingers. Then, this spiritual energy transformed into strands of white threads, weaving themselves into a white ball of light, which floated above Danny's head.
With a mere thought, this white light transformed in a matter of moments into the shape of a hand, heading towards Danny's forehead.
Qiaoqiao watched without blinking.
