Once again reaching out to grasp the elusive chaotic lines in the air, like before, except for feeling a breeze-like force, there was no sense of truly grabbing anything, and in the process, he accidentally overturned a pot of freshly cooked soup by grabbing onto a spatial ray.
Yu Qingqing and the others had been watching Xu Huo. Seeing him not speaking, with his eyes closed and face calm, suddenly reaching out to overturn the pot, they were immediately startled:
"Is it poisoned!"
Xu Huo then snapped out of his world and signaled them to calm down, "I just got a bit distracted."
"What you're talking about is too profound. How can space and time exist in the form of lines?" Yu Qingqing said, "The idea is strange."
"It's just a symbol for controlling power. If you have other insights, you can imagine them in different forms." Like different people have different spiritual worlds, but imagining them as lines is a bit easier to control.
