"Master, are you alright?" Jasmine asked worriedly.
“I really can’t believe that Qi Na has also mastered time magic, and the card in her hand seems to have incredibly powerful energy. It feels like she can manipulate time at will; it’s truly amazing. Time under her control is like a thread in her hand, which she can weave however she wants. However, it seems that Fairy Xinling’s mission for us has failed. Qi Na chose darkness, and this darkness is like an abyss, slowly swallowing our hope.” As Jasmine spoke, she nervously twisted her hands, which trembled like leaves in a storm, each tremor conveying her inner unease.
"It's nothing, just a little shocked." Shu Yan frowned slightly, the wrinkles between her brows like ripples on a calm lake, yet these ripples carried an uneasy air. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes. "I didn't expect that someone else besides me would know time magic. I've never seen Qi Na use it before. I'm really curious how she learned it." In fact, Shu Yan already had a bad feeling, but she pretended to be puzzled, almost saying out loud that "Qi Na secretly learned magic."
"Brother, this isn't hard to guess." Jianpeng slapped his thigh confidently, his voice ringing out like an inspiring war drum in the silence. "It must be Feiling who had Qi Na copy your spell when you weren't looking. Don't forget that Feiling has a fragment of Queen Mandora's soul inside her. Liangcai said the Queen is a notorious spell thief. Feiling can use the Queen's mirror magic, so it must be that." The more Jianpeng spoke, the more convinced he became of his guess, and he couldn't help but raise his head slightly, his smugness almost overflowing from him.
“Master is right.” Liangcai lowered her head, her voice low. “It’s a pity I couldn’t help at all when everyone was fighting.” Liangcai clenched her small fists tightly, as if they were hard stones, as if she wanted to concentrate all her frustration into her small fists, her face full of regret.
"Liangcai, don't say that," Jianpeng quickly comforted her. "Haven't we been working hard on our cultivation lately? I firmly believe that as long as we persevere, we will one day regain our immortal power and transformation. Just like a seed buried in the soil, as long as it receives the nourishment of sunshine and rain, it will always sprout and grow. That growth is our hope, our strength to overcome darkness." As he spoke, Jianpeng patted Liangcai's shoulder affectionately. That gentle pat seemed to carry a warm power that could dispel the gloom, a power like the warm sun in winter, slowly seeping into Liangcai's heart.
"Alright, this mission wasn't a complete failure, but it was still terrible. Fortunately, the two of them didn't turn into monsters." Shu Yan's words drew everyone's attention to the unconscious Ye Zhi and Zhang Qi. They were like two delicate flowers that had been mercilessly ravaged by a storm, their original vibrant colors washed away, leaving them looking fragile and helpless.
“They may bully others, but they are still just ordinary people.” Liangcai sighed, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes like a faint candlelight flickering in the darkness. “Hopefully, they can learn a lesson from this incident,” Jasmine said softly, her voice like a gentle breeze, lightly brushing against everyone’s hearts and bringing a touch of comfort.
Shu Yan slowly squatted down and gently touched Ye Zhi's neck. Her brows furrowed immediately. "She is quite weak. She has lost too much strength. It's like a once surging stream has suddenly dried up. The dried-up riverbed is exposed and full of desolation."
“However, their minds haven’t been completely taken over. They should wake up after a rest. But without the peacock’s barrier, what will happen to the campus in this state of destruction?” Jasmine frowned with worry. Her eyebrows were like two heavy mountains pressing down on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. Deep worry was hidden in every wrinkle.
Liangcai scratched her head, somewhat guiltily suggesting, "Let these two explain to the school." Jasmine didn't respond, only gazing resolutely into the distance, where their companions and hope lay. "We need to hurry back to help Wang Mo and Chen Sisi, Ye Luoli Magic Sweet Umbrella!" Shuyan put her arm around Jianpeng's shoulder, firmly grasping the Sweet Umbrella with one hand, and lifted Jianpeng into the air. Their figures traced an arc in the sky, Jasmine and Liangcai flanking them. They were like a flock of birds taking flight towards hope, speeding towards Elite Elementary School at an astonishing pace.
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"Master, let me go! You're holding me so tightly, it's killing me!" Fei Ling twisted her body violently, her face full of impatience, like a small animal trapped in a small cage that seemed to be woven from thorns. Every struggle hurt her, yet she desperately wanted to break free and regain her freedom. "Master, why did you take back the Death Card? We were so close! We could have made those annoying people disappear completely. Such a good opportunity wasted like this, it's such a pity." A trace of resentment flashed in Fei Ling's eyes, a resentment like a cold, piercing arrow, shooting straight at Qi Na. This arrow seemed to carry a thousand years of ice, capable of freezing all warmth.
Upon hearing this, Zina slowly released her grip on Feiling and said to her with a serious expression, "Feiling, I feel like you don't care about other people's lives at all. Is the Queen's will influencing you? Our mission is only to collect dark power; we don't need to sacrifice other people's lives. Life is so precious, like the brightest stars in the night sky, each one unique. I'm just an ordinary human being; I've never thought of killing anyone. Think about it carefully." After speaking, Zina walked past Feiling with a look of disappointment, heading towards home. Her lonely figure appeared particularly desolate in the dim light, each step seeming to carry a heavy burden of worries, like boulder pressing down on her steps. Her figure grew increasingly blurry in the darkness, like a painting soaked with tears.
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