Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Qiu Tu couldn't help but lower his head, only then noticing that on the floor of this pitch-black room, countless points of starlight had appeared—he hadn't even realized when.
Each point of starlight was the size of a fist, glowing gold, and scattered across the floor like a line of guiding markers. Clearly, all this was arranged by Zhao Ji.
Seeing this, Qiu Tu stared blankly for a moment, then couldn't help but silently marvel at Zhao Ji's quick wit.
Qiu Tu wanted to use this healing session as a chance to break through the boundaries between him and Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji had likely sensed this subtle shift, and had been on guard all along.
Just like when they entered the room, Zhao Ji had set up a small magical formation on Qiu Tu, restricting the overflow of his spiritual power so he couldn't scan her with it while she was changing clothes.
