"You are terrible at this, aren't you?"
MingYu gnashed his teeth at Wu TianLan's words but said nothing. He flicked his wrist and lines carved into the ground before their feet, forming yet another incantation to try and mend their souls together.
Wu TianLan had taught him how to manipulate this vast emptiness with just his will power, but even then, he could only make things appear out of thin air or carve lines across the dirt. There was no way for him to will power himself out of this void. Wu TianLan had tried too, but to no avail, and MingYu was secretly happy of his shortcomings.
