After everyone had left the room, the old shaman waved at Zhang Heng.
The latter walked up to her. Kuna looked at Zhang Heng with a complicated gaze. A moment later, she reached out a hand and gestured for Zhang Heng to place his palm on hers.
Their palms were pressed together. Kuna's hand was only half the size of Zhang Heng's, and it was very thin. When she held it, it felt like a piece of wood, but surprisingly, it was very warm.
Zhang Heng held the old shaman's hand, and the next moment, his vision changed. He was still in Kuna's room, but a huge figure appeared in the direction of the satellite TV on his left hand.
It was a snow-white polar bear. It was sitting on the floor, its head almost touching the ceiling.
