(Ming Zhi steps forward, pink mist surging and rolling with his movement, emitting a strange aura) What do you take us for? (His voice is low and hoarse, filled with repressed anger and pain, each word squeezed out between his teeth) You tie us up when you want, leave when you want, disappear when you want, and now you suddenly come back—have you ever thought about how we feel? (Yu Qing suddenly freezes, the surging water abilities around him coming to a halt, fists unconsciously clenching at his sides, veins bulging on the backs of his hands) (Trying hard to keep a cold facade, but his voice involuntarily rises, an undercurrent of panic barely concealed) You vanish without a word, return without a sound—what are we to you? Toys that you throw away and pick up whenever you please?