In an instant, Ning Yuancheng, who was already on the verge of madness and had lost his mind like a wild horse, was suddenly frozen in place by an invisible and incredibly powerful force.
His body suddenly shook violently, as if he had experienced a strong earthquake.
A look of utter confusion flashed in his eyes, as if he were in an endless, dark maze, unable to find his way.
Then came a deep fear, a fear like a dark abyss that completely devoured his soul.
Then, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground lifelessly, like a puppet with its strings cut.
It emitted a dull thud, as if life had lost all its strength in that instant.
The crowd did not lower their guard because of Ning Yuancheng's fall; on the contrary, their expressions became even more solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ning Yuancheng on the ground, as if waiting for something, or as if afraid of missing any subtle changes.
Time passed slowly in this tense, almost suffocating atmosphere, each second seemingly stretched out infinitely, becoming incredibly long.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, everyone confirmed that Ning Yuancheng was indeed no longer capable of attacking.
Lying quietly on the ground like a soulless shell, Yu Ji slowly raised her arm.
With a gentle wave, the long-lasting formation vanished like a dream.
As soon as the formation was dispelled, Qin Qianluo, like a black lightning bolt, was the first to rush towards Ning Yuancheng.
Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe, including deep reluctance and heartbreak at the sudden turn of events.
However, what it represents most is an unwavering determination to pursue the truth and uphold justice.
She stretched out her arms, her movements as gentle as a breeze brushing against flower petals, and carefully lifted Ning Yuancheng.
He lifted up the body of Prince Xiao, who had watched him grow from an innocent child to a close relative.
Her movements were both gentle and carried an undisguised urgency, as if she were holding not just a person's body, but a treasure carrying countless memories and emotions.
At the same time, it's like a tense race against time, afraid that if you're a step too late, you'll lose something.
Qin Qianluo carried Ning Yuancheng and slowly walked towards the soft couch in the inner room.
Her steps were slightly heavy, each step seemingly carrying a thousand pounds of weight, as if stepping on her own heart.
When she gently placed Prince Xiao on the soft couch, her movements were still almost devout, her eyes filled with pity and reluctance.
It was as if the person in front of me was just a sleeping child, and I was afraid that even the slightest movement of my own would disturb him.
The few people who followed them in stood silently in place, momentarily lost in a deep silence.
Their eyes revealed a deep understanding of Qin Qianluo, because they all knew that the relationship between Ning Yuancheng and Qin Qianluo was profound and complex.
It is something that outsiders cannot easily empathize with.
Seeing Prince Xiao in such a disheveled and lifeless state, they couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, as if they were witnessing the cruel tricks of fate.
Time slipped away silently, like fine sand in an hourglass, flowing slowly yet seemingly frozen in place.
After a short while, Qin Qianluo finally slowly raised her head. Her eyes were full of worry and unease, like the turbulent surface of a lake in a storm, filled with anxiety and fear.
Her lips trembled slightly; they were as dry and cracked as parched earth.
She finally asked the question that she had kept buried deep in her heart, yet dared not ask it aloud due to extreme fear: "Imperial Preceptor, is the original soul of Crown Prince Xiao still there?"
Her voice trembled slightly, carrying an almost pleading sorrow, as if the question carried all her hopes and despair.
It was like a huge boulder pressing down on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
The sound echoed in the almost deathly silent inner room, as if carrying endless desolation and helplessness, telling of the capriciousness of fate and the sorrow of life.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's question, Yu Ji's originally calm expression instantly became shrouded in an indescribable complexity.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with a deep sense of helplessness, regret, and a touch of感慨 about the capriciousness of fate.
She slowly shook her head, each movement seemingly using all her strength; the slow and heavy motion seemed to proclaim an unchangeable and cruel reality.
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