Xu Qing’s expression remained placid as he stood in the wind and the snow. Lifting his hand in the direction Lan Yao had disappeared, he gently closed his fingers into a fist. In that manner, he grabbed the air, pulling the dao lineaments there to him, and causing all of the sound that had once existed there to converge from all sides.0

It was a process that required a much higher level of control of the godly authority of sound. Though Xu Qing’s godly authority of sound had absorbed the authority of Golden Crow's musician, and had also taken the authority of Lord Spiritsound, it wasn’t at the point where it could snatch sound out of time itself.0

However, he also had his sundials! Heaven and earth rumbled loudly as an illusory sundial appeared in the spot where Lan Yao had vanished. The gnomon spun, and the time in that small area reversed.1

Soon, Lan Yao appeared again, and out of her mouth came the same words she had spoken moments before.0

“Looking to die!?” she snapped.0

The moment the words rang out, Xu Qing snatched them. The sundial blurred, and everything went back to normal. And yet, by that point, those three words had been imprinted like a mark in Xu Qing’s god perception. They became part of his godly authority....3

In addition, Feng Lintao’s voice drifted with the wind into Xu Qing’s ears. He also heard his Eldest Brother’s...0