Qingyu thought to herself.
"Little Rod might have some other kind of unique talent."
"Human souls have no limits, and we know so little about them, don't jump to conclusions too easily."
She felt a bit of joy in her heart; Little Rod really hadn't lied to her. This special phantom had consumed the power of a blessing, making its duration especially short.
Short?
Qingyu slightly furrowed her beautiful brows.
During her time in the Dead Land, lasting power had become her pursuit. "Short," "seconds," "swift" all became words she disliked.
But she immediately shifted her thoughts.
"Although the blessing is especially short, with my support, Little Rod must be very lasting, able to fight from day to night!"
"Yes, that must be it, hehe."
"Hmm, that phantom looks like there's no difference from the real person... In the future when I sort out the order, I can count the phantom too. That way, Little Rod will have twice the chance."
