Wang Ling was still unconscious but his psyche was in a while plane of existence within his mind, it was a place he had been so many times before — his mindscape.
In that place he was alone without anyone to talk to, the Gray Figure whose soul existed in the stream of the Holy and True Devil Qi had already created its own existence and left him.
'Well, at least I now have a place to train my technique during my sleep.' Wang Ling said while acting as though this was perfectly normal.
However, while he was thinking in this manner, Wang Ling felt another presence a sword manifested in his hand, and then swung it without any hesitation.
He turned around and stopped his blade only when it reached the neck of the enemy before him, "Who are you, no, rather, what are you?"
"I do wonder, what do you think I am?"
