Heinrich's tone suggested a sense of resignation, as if he had no choice but to see through the world's impermanence. Observing this, Uryll cast a knowing glance at Heinrich, and they both fell into a brief silence together.
After a moment, Heinrich, recovering from the conflicting emotions of joy and disappointment, asked again, "So, what do we do next?"
Uryll shrugged his massive shoulders and replied, "What else can we do? Just sit back and watch the show."
"Do you think Hao Yun and the others can stop Elina's plan?" Heinrich asked with concern.
Uryll answered indifferently, "Doesn't matter. Whether they succeed or not, my goals will still be achieved. Hmph! Through this mutually destructive battle, the gods of the Spirit Realm will learn not to meddle so recklessly in the Dark Chain Plane! That arrogant and conceited Elina will finally understand my strength and face the punishment she deserves for her disrespect!"
Uryll paused, seemingly recalling something. He suddenly turned towards the frame outside the painting and said, "Oh, by the way, you're doing great out there. Keep it up!"
(The author was taken aback and thought, "Is he talking to me?")
"Yes, I am talking to you!" Uryll said, pointing directly with his middle finger towards the direction of the author.
The author was deeply shocked. They had thought they could only interact with the trio of main characters, Hao Yun and the others. But to their surprise, this Uryll seemed to be aware of the author's existence and could actively converse with them across space. The author wanted to ask Uryll why he could detect their presence and talk to them, but at that moment, fear seized them, realizing that the strange feelings they had during their writing, especially the pressures that had stressed them, were exactly mirrored in the aura emanating from Uryll's single eye—a commanding and intimidating presence that seemed to control everything.
"You're doing well. But if only you had a bit more courage, it would be even better! Keep striving! Remember, you must follow your heart and make the right choices!" Uryll spoke again, with an authoritative and commanding tone, ensuring that the author realized he was indeed addressing them. Then, Uryll withdrew his single eye that could penetrate any restriction from the author's gaze.
Heinrich, on the other hand, naturally did not understand why Uryll suddenly muttered some strange words to himself. But Heinrich seemed accustomed to such behavior. Therefore, he simply looked at the violently rolling Sea of Nurturing outside Uryll, and then turned his gaze back to continue discussing Hao Yun and their situation with Uryll.
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Once the oppressive force that had inexplicably appeared on them disappeared, the author quickly regained their composure as if waking from a dream. Then, after a brief adjustment, driven by inspiration, they hastily delved back into their writing.
The scene shifted abruptly. In the pitch-black setting, a melodious sound of a zither suddenly rang out, making those who heard it feel as if they were in a seaside café, enjoying a peaceful afternoon with delicious coffee and the serene calmness. Upon experiencing this relaxing and pleasant feeling, Hao Yun and his two companions gradually regained their consciousness.
With azure skies, emerald sea waters, pristine beaches, warm sunlight, gentle sea breezes, and the mixed aroma of baking pastries and brewed coffee constantly wafting around them, the exhausted minds and bodies of Hao Yun and his companions were instantly soothed. Slowly rising from the comfortable beach chairs, they surveyed their surroundings with slightly puzzled eyes, occasionally marveling at the breathtaking scenery around this beach. Particularly striking was the luxurious hotel nearby, designed like a gigantic sail, indicating that this place was a private beach enjoyed only by extremely wealthy tycoons.
Hao Yun looked at a maid kneeling beside a beach chair, wrapped from head to toe in a black veil, lightly strumming a delicate ancient zither. Then, he turned back to look at another maid standing behind him, similarly shrouded in a black veil, brewing coffee and gently flipping fragrant pancakes on a griddle. He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Um, excuse me, where are we? And who are you two?"
The two maids, who seemed not to hear Hao Yun's question, continued their tasks without lifting their heads. Perplexed by this, Hao Yun was about to inquire further. Before he could speak, however, a strong sea breeze suddenly swept across the beach. Yet, soon enough, Hao Yun and his companions noticed something unusual.
Despite the powerful sea breeze, they had to struggle to hold onto their beach chairs to avoid being overturned. However, the soft sand beneath their feet did not form a sky full of dust under the violent wind. The maid kneeling on the ground continued to calmly strum the zither, while the other maid also calmly brewed coffee, gently turning the pancakes on the griddle. The steam produced from brewing coffee rose steadily and vertically into the air, unaffected by the fierce wind, as if there had never been any strong wind here.
Shocked by everything around them that remained unaffected by the strong wind, Hao Yun and his companions naturally felt amazed. Yet, the situation grew even more peculiar when they quickly noticed something unusual about the two maids. As the violent sea breeze intensified, the thin black veil tightly wrapped around the two maids began to be blown upward and overturned.
It's a well-known fact that glimpses of a woman's legs under her skirt have an irresistible appeal to men. Moreover, despite being completely enveloped in black robes, these two maids could not hide their shapely figures. Thus, when the strong wind blew their black robes upward from the bottom, Hao Yun's gaze, naturally struggling against the wind, was inevitably drawn to the scene. To his surprise, however, under the blown-up black robes of the maids, he did not see two pairs of white, slender legs. Instead, he saw two lower limbs formed by dark purple-black magic gas, resembling the lower limbs of a woman.