"!?"
Nie Rongrong's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief as she looked at Qin Heng. Her beautiful face showed an expression of extreme shock, but she still took a deep breath, revealed a sweet and ladylike smile, and said, "Fellow student, don't you know it's very impolite to speak to a girl like that?"
As she spoke, she looked around to gauge the reactions of others, only to find that they seemed to have frozen in place; outside, it appeared as if the world had turned into a colorless painting, stuck in time.
The smile on Nie Rongrong's face immediately stiffened, and her gaze towards Qin Heng was filled with terror as she trembled, "Saint, Saint? Are you, are you a Saint? Please spare me, spare me! I have absolutely no ill intentions! I, I have never harmed humans!!"
Blocking external perceptions was a technique that at least required a Saint to perform.
She was nearly crying.
