Watching Zhao Feng's display, observing the power he manifests with the time rule.
Pignite wore an expression of contemplation, evidently weighing things in her heart.
"When the power of the time rule reaches a certain level, it can indeed reverse time, entering the river of time."
Pignite spoke slowly, her voice gentle, yet carrying an indescribable skepticism.
"But in reality..."
Pignite paused slightly, her eyes flickered with a complex expression as she continued, "Even the power of the time rule at the Saint level struggles to bring a fallen being back from the river of time."
"For you, it's merely an almost impossible hope."
Pignite gazed at Zhao Feng, speaking softly.
Yet at this moment, her expression was no longer as calm and unperturbed as before, her eyes carried some fluctuation.
"But it is a hope."
