The Little Qilin is blinded by Big Brother Majesty!
Zhang Wei, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the menacing, smoke-billowing volcano, responded with a nonchalant shrug, his shoulders lifting in an almost imperceptible motion. "Let's wait and see," he murmured, his voice steady yet distant.
"..."
Xie Meirong's eyes darted anxiously to the volcano's gaping maw, straining to discern the fate of Feng Xinyue amidst the murky depths, but the thick, swirling smoke veiled any clear view.
"Hmm, should we start pulling her up now?" Xie Meirong ventured, her voice laced with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
Zhang Wei gave a firm nod, decisiveness etching his features. "Let's pull her back." Instantly, the rope that snaked down the treacherous throat of the volcano, firmly anchored to Feng Xinyue's leg, began to retract at an astonishing speed, driven by their combined psychic powers.