At this moment in the secret chamber, the operating table and all the Petri dishes had been destroyed by the explosion, reduced to ashes, scorched as they were. Yet, Bi Xia and Ji Qiutang remained unharmed.
Ji Qiutang was slightly taken aback, "Did you use spiritual power?"
"No," Bi Xia replied lightly, "My spiritual power is not for defense."
Saying this, Bi Xia slowly propped himself up, his expression indifferent as he revealed the little boy he had protected underneath him. The boy, who should have been unconscious, now stared wide-eyed and spiritedly at him.
With arms supporting the ground, Bi Xia looked down at the naked child, his starry eyes scanning him lightly, and after a moment, said, "It was you, wasn't it?"
As if he didn't understand Bi Xia's question, the child reacted sluggishly, tilting his head slightly. His eyes appeared somewhat hollow, perhaps because the first thing he saw was Bi Xia, or maybe because Bi Xia was the one who cradled and protected him.
