The spiritual power she had painstakingly cultivated was firmly imprisoned, preventing her from using it even slightly in the outside world.
However, even so, it's better than nothing.
Moreover, Feng Qingyun rarely stepped out of this space that made her feel at ease.
Therefore, in those leisurely and tranquil times, she would often immerse herself in the quiet state of cultivation with Long Nanzhi, Yaoguang, and others.
They are like reclusive practitioners hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the world, abandoning external distractions and temptations, and focusing wholeheartedly on improving their own abilities.
On the long path of cultivation, we take one step at a time, exploring and moving forward with unwavering determination.
After being awakened, Feng Qingyun felt a sudden tightness in her heart, and an ominous premonition surged into her mind like a tide.
She knew that Qin Qianluo's inquiry was anything but ordinary, and without delay, she quickly came to her senses.
She quickly extended her slender fingers and lightly tapped the booklet that had been left untouched for a long time.
This seemingly ordinary booklet actually contains a lot of unknown and mysterious information, and has always been an important window for her to understand various things in the outside world.
The moment her gaze fell upon the booklet, her brows, which had been relaxed like willow leaves in spring, instantly furrowed tightly.
It's as if two steep mountain peaks stand facing each other, their gap seemingly capable of crushing all the confusion and worries in the world.
The page containing information about Prince Xiao was completely blank, as if it had been mercilessly washed away by the torrent of time.
The detailed and rich records from the past, whether it was Prince Xiao's daily words and deeds, his thoughts and ideas, or his actions on various occasions.
They vanished without a trace, as if they had never left any mark on this booklet, as if it were all a dream.
A thought flashed through Feng Qingyun's mind in an instant. She suddenly remembered something, and her beautiful eyes sharpened instantly.
A sharp, eagle-like alertness suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if a torch had been lit in the dark abyss, illuminating the hidden unknown and danger.
To further confirm this anomaly, she carefully and cautiously reviewed the information of other people in the booklet.
The information about the other people was presented as clearly and in detail as always, with every detail vividly displayed before her eyes like a beautiful painting.
For example, Pei Yanci had a heated argument with his wife yesterday over some trivial family matters.
The two were locked in a fierce argument, their words so heated they seemed to ignite the air.
As a result, Pei Yanci had no choice but to spend a long and agonizing night outside the door.
These details are recorded clearly in the booklet, as if the events of yesterday happened right before our eyes. Every scene and every dialogue is vivid and lifelike.
After repeatedly confirming that she could not see any information about Prince Xiao, her expression became increasingly solemn.
She spoke slowly, her voice carrying an undisguised worry, like a heavy stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples of unease.
"Luo Bao, I can't see any information about Prince Xiao anymore."
Although I haven't checked these much in recent years, everyone else's information is normal and there's nothing unusual about it.
Like Pei Yanci, he had a huge fight with his wife yesterday, it was so bad it looked like they were going to tear the roof off. In the end, his wife kicked him out, and he slept outside all night.
Her words revealed both concern about the strange disappearance of Prince Xiao's information and a vague unease about the unknown.
Feng Qingyun deliberately added a seemingly insignificant sentence at the end, which was actually intended to provide evidence.
At this moment, Pei Yanci was fully engaged in the court discussions, his mind focused on the current political affairs, and he was wholeheartedly planning how to offer advice to the country.
Suddenly, Feng Qingyun was heard mentioning in the solemn and serious court that he had argued with his wife the night before and had to spend the night outside the door in an embarrassing and awkward way.
His movements came to an abrupt halt, as if time itself had been paused for this sudden turn of events.
The brush that was tightly gripped in his hand, ready to record key points, was now suspended in mid-air.
Ink dripped slowly from the tip of the pen, staining the paper in front of him with a small, dark stain, much like his confused and embarrassed mood at that moment.
He stood frozen in place as if under a spell, and after a moment, he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with sorrow and helplessness.
That gaze was like a resentful arrow, shooting straight at Qin Qianluo, as if silently saying, "Don't be so casual next time, he has his pride too."
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