In the dim room, Qin Miao reclined halfway, idly holding a book he had read countless times, though it showed no signs of wear. Several more lay scattered on the nearby couch. Their owner did not take good care of them, but fortunately, the books were sturdy... Wisps of black mist drifted in and gathered before Qin Miao into a somewhat transparent shadow. A moment later, it turned back into a wisp of black mist and wandered across Qin Miao's fingertips.
Watching the black mist slowly merge into his body, he sneered. “The daughter of the Marquis of Yong'an. What a fine marriage!”
He clenched his fist, and the black mist shattered. “Let's make a wager. Either I close my eyes and reincarnate right now, or I sever all ties with you from my past life and stir up another storm, dragging you down with me!”
Theme: Protection and faith.
