"It's too strange," Shen Qinghe murmured silently.
In the past, wherever she was, whatever issue she faced, she could always consult Dongfang Wuya. But now, in this solitary competition, time was money, and she did not have much time to ponder.
She focused and calmed her mind, trying to sense the spiritual energy, but felt that although the mountains were very quiet, there was an abundance of spiritual energy.
When she spread her arms and lightly crooked her fingers, she could almost feel the spiritual energy dancing at her fingertips.
She happily played for a while before remembering she was still in a competition.
"Black and White Rope, do you think we've entered an Illusory Realm or some kind of Formation?" Unable to find someone to ask, Shen Qinghe started negotiating with the Black and White Rope.
The Black and White Rope scratched her palm, as if to comfort her.