Zinnia's silvery Qi flared brighter, spiraling around her like mist made of light.
Even the ground beneath her feet cracked and broke into spiderwebs from the pressure. It was the unmistakable strength of someone who had reached the late stage of the Argent Body realm.
The young man didn't move.
Instead, he looked at her with that same calm expression—then smiled. It wasn't the kind of smile one gave when facing danger. It was warm, almost nostalgic.
Then, without moving his lips too much, he spoke softly in a voice only she could hear. "It's quite sad that my own maid doesn't recognize me. Zinnia dear, don't you remember me?"
Zinnia froze.
Her eyes widened slightly. For a moment, her silvery Qi flickered. She stared at his face, scanning every feature—the eyes, the shape of his jaw.
