The grid cell, as Chu Jiaojiao dripped in the mixture, began to gradually dissolve, vanishing completely within a few breaths.
There was not a trace of joy on Chu Jiaojiao's face, her brows were furrowed tightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the diminishing mixture, her fingers trembled.
Then—
She couldn't help it, looked up, and glanced at the distant sky, where Ji You had departed.
Ji You... she...
What will happen?
Just a fleeting thought, but so distressing. Chu Jiaojiao quietly clenched her hand, beside her, Yue Qiguang's mixture was already spent; he extended his hand towards Chu Jiaojiao's side, applying a little force but not taking it, just happened to glimpse Chu Jiaojiao's eyes.
Yue Qiguang was stunned.
Then.
