At the top of the cargo hold, near the edge of the damaged cockpit, a woman lay in the arms of a man shrouded in Hei Wu, her gaze weak yet filled with urgency.
Jing Liu, Jing Si.
It had been a long time since Jing Wu had seen Jing Liu. Hearing that phrase "Brother Five," Jing Wu inwardly cursed their bad luck.
At the same time, Jing Wu was astonished, how had Jing Liu come to look like this? He knew the Power of Causality could backlash, but seeing Jing Liu nearly becoming a wraith, Jing Wu still found it hard to imagine... This woman would gamble her very life to peer into causality.
Bai Wu finally understood why he had always felt a sense of unease, why his eyes always maintained the briefest notation structure.
Because this was the real crisis!
Jing Si. Or rather, Jing Si with Jing Liu's presence.
He had long sensed that Jing Liu might not be on the side of humanity, merely seeing humans as tools for his own use.