"It's nothing serious, just that I can't use the Power of Death for a while, what's up?"
"Then your hair..."
After taking out a lock of hair from the hair ring and seeing that it was a holy white, Feng Yuan said with a smile,
"You mean this?"
As the white light stopped flowing quickly on Feng Yuan's Ritual Robe, his hair slowly started to darken, and he explained with a smile. Qi Chen, looking puzzled, said to Feng Yuan,
"Are you saying your hair color changes with the fluctuations of your power?"
"Not exactly, unless there's an imbalance in power, this doesn't happen. Besides, it's not just me, if you experience a power imbalance, the same would happen to you, okay?"
Feng Yuan said somewhat speechlessly to Qi Chen. The two chatted occasionally, while Xiao Ji seemed a bit tired, lying asleep on top of Feng Yuan's head.
Back at the dormitory, the two of them made their way to the balcony with practiced ease. Qi Chen glanced at Feng Yuan and asked,
