There are many people and many things in this world; only when they are lost do we realize their true value.
Yu Hong used to think he understood what that meant.
But now, he finally realized he did not.
He stretched out his arms.
His eyes widened so much they almost cracked at the corners, staring down at the crowd reappearing and gathering below.
Yiyi, Master Bo, Fubai, Quan He, Ku Chan, and the other mages from the Aos Academy—they all stood quietly in their places, their clothes and faces exactly as they had been before disappearing.
But.
They didn’t move.
None of them, not a single one, showed any movement.
Their blood still flowed, yet they were like wax statues, motionless and completely unconscious.
“I clearly reversed time… then why?!”
Yu Hong clenched his fists tightly and rushed swiftly inside the ship.
He gently, carefully landed in front of Yiyi.
Yiyi was just like before, wearing a white one-piece dress.
Her long black hair was simply tied into two small braids, and her fair face still carried an innocent, pure smile full of bewilderment.
Yu Hong reached out and lightly pressed his hand against her forehead.
There was no reaction—his hand met only a spreading coldness.
“Yiyi?” Yu Hong’s hesitant smile gradually faded from his face.