Before the words had fallen, Ye Wuming opened his eyes.
Those eyes were desolate and lifeless, yet different from Ye Jiuyou's earlier state. Ye Jiuyou's eyes were desolate but still showed the light of a living being, unique to her. The phrase "eyes devoid of spirit" regarding Ye Wuming was not just descriptive; it was literal, a pair of truly "spiritless" lifeless eyes.
Zhao Changhe's heart jumped fiercely.
With Ye Wuming's eyes opening, Zhao Changhe's body was no longer under his control. He pulled Ye Jiuyou into a tight embrace, both dragging and pulling her toward the boundary.
Ye Jiuyou: "?"
Ye Wuming seized the opportunity to snatch the page of the Time Book hidden in Ye Jiuyou's portable space, his lips curling slightly: "Nice, he conquered you, saving me some effort. If you have the guts, hit him."
Ye Jiuyou, fuming: "You..."
