It... Lamias's spirit was still somewhat unstable, with her inner turmoil like a living volcano.
"Look at me," Luo Qiu said softly.
Lamias instinctively turned her gaze towards Luo Qiu's eyes, and in the next instant, she felt as if she had walked into a small pavilion in the center of a tranquil lake.
She heard the sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, the beating of her own heart, and the sound of time itself, then she stepped out from the unreality, with her spirit and body gradually synchronizing.
Her anger dissipated invisibly, and the displacement feeling brought by that long time seemed like just a short film—where she was like a spectator who had accidentally fallen asleep during the brief movie.
"Time passes so quickly..."
She let out a slow breath, her gaze clear... The divine war seemed like it had just happened yesterday... The violent fighting spirit within her also turned gentle, not changing in total volume, but as if purified.
