Soon enough, Xiang Yi understood what the little system meant by "Changing into a different form of existence."
Ling Ye raised his hand, and what was supposed to be an ethereal soul-like forearm turned into...
A piece of data formed by numbers.
Xiang Yi's expression changed slightly.
"Even though you have guessed it, I still want to tell you how amazing I am now." Ling Ye had the temperament of a child, showing off his toys to someone close to him, "That's right, I've become a piece of data, or rather, a program."
Every wish of the transmigration system was to turn from a program to a physical entity.
However, Ling Ye... did the opposite.
They wanted to turn from a physical body to data.
It was appropriate to not comment on his choice.
After all, she was not Ling Ye. She did not know what Ling Ye had experienced, what kind of environment he was in, and what kind of mood he was in.
