Ye Lingtong's home.
Ye Lingtong held onto a Soul Guidance Communication Device, sobbing spasmodically as she narrated her sorrowful experience to Ye Feng.
"Daddy, daddy, why did it turn out like that! I'm unconvinced. I should have won! Why did it turn out like that? My classmates said that it was because I like Lan Xuanyu and that's why I let him win. I don't like him, I want to win over him."
On the other end of the line, Ye Feng frowned. "No! You have grasped the fundamental control over the Celestial Body. Even if your spirit was suppressed, the response shouldn't have been that great. Wasn't it fine in the beginning? This is indeed strange and your Daddy doesn't want to make wild speculations. Don't cry. There isn't anything wrong with your Celestial Dragon. The problem should be with Xuanyu. Wait till Daddy comes home from his mission, we will comprehend his abilities in detail."
