"How long has she been like this?"
Zheng Mei had been sitting for a while but couldn't stay still any longer; the inability to speak made her feel uncomfortable. Moreover, she knew that Su Sheng was about to leave, so she quietly asked a few questions, assuming it shouldn't be a problem.
"Over an hour."
Su Sheng nodded in response, whispering was fine. As long as he paid attention and did not let anyone get too close, based on his experience with the meditative trance, it was no different from being disconnected.
However, he couldn't release his aura, lest it conflict with Zijun's current state and be mistaken for an attack, which could cause problems.
"That long, huh!"
Zheng Mei was surprised because she knew how heavy that sword was. Not to mention Zijun, who didn't even have a callus on her hands, even she herself couldn't lift the sword. The situation was incredulous.
"There won't be any problems, right?"
She and Zijun were good sisters; she was genuinely concerned.