"Threads..."
Chen Xuantian thought for a moment,
"So how many threads do I have?"
Shen Su'e stared at him for a while,
"One, one thread... but like a mess, tangled together... did you, did you take all of their threads away, is that it..."
"A mess of threads... Alright, don't push yourself."
Chen Xuantian waved his hand gently, and Shen Su'e fainted in his arms.
Although he wanted to study a bit more, it seemed that this stuttering girl had exhausted her eyes from staring too much at Chen Xuantian; two lines of blood and tears directly overflowed from her eyes, covering her face. Someone uninformed might mistake her for a jilted woman whose eyes had cried blind.
So Chen Xuantian quickly carried both girls to the cabin bedroom to rest, wrapping them well with black leather to prevent them from being refined in an instant, then he himself sat far away at the bow of the ship, continuing to ponder the Youquan Dao.
