After their little back and forth, Yang Jingshen finally showed the soul guardian the way he navigates the panel at present. After he finished, there was a long silence as the luminescent screen shimmered in the dark space in front of him.
Suddenly, Yang Jingshen had this weird feeling that he was mired in an endless darkness filled with an insurmountable silence, and this panel was the only thing that anchored him to the light of the living.
'The heck!' Shaking off the weird thought, he finally broke the silence, trying to get rid of his uneasiness. "Is there something wrong?" If not, why was this guardian not saying a word?
"No– everything is all right."
"Really?" A little skeptical.
