This sudden turn of events terrified Duan Qiao.
It wasn't trying to steal it—the Spatial Power had come on its own.
'They won't blame me, will they?'
After a moment's thought, Duan Qiao hid behind Sweet Potato so that the little beast could absorb some of it too.
'There's safety in numbers, after all. Two of us are safer than just one.'
But to Duan Qiao's surprise, the Spatial Power bypassed Sweet Potato completely and surged into its body once more.
Duan Qiao: "..."
'Is this a plot to get me killed?'
'Am I being framed?'
Duan Qiao grew nervous. If the Great Demon saw this and got annoyed, it was all over.
'For instance, he's obviously the stronger one, so why wouldn't the Spatial Power go to him?'
'If the Great Demon starts thinking that way,' Duan Qiao thought, 'I'm dead. I'm really, truly dead.'
At this tense and frantic moment, Jiang Zuo appeared. He stared at Duan Qiao, then began to approach, one step at a time.
