The ninefold natural yin array cicada looked even more confused than Yang Qing as its gaze fell on the dark grey fog enclosed within the bubble.
Even though it had already been disintegrated, the cicada could still sense traces of its spell within that nebulous yin qi.
"This makes no sense!" it said, deeply scrutinizing the yin qi.
"If I had that delicious-looking qi, wouldn't I be aware of it?" it added, voicing its doubts.
It quickly followed up with another statement. "It wasn't in the other spells either, otherwise the quality would've been much different than what I showed."
The cicada suddenly looked up at Yang Qing with an almost pleading expression. "I'm not lying to you. I really don't know where this qi came from."
"I believe you," Yang Qing softly said, bringing much-needed relief to the ninefold natural yin array cicada.
