As soon as Huang Ling left, Michael heard an immature voice within his mind. 'Master, I couldn't reach you. What happened?'
Archie didn't sound too concerned, through their mental link he could sense that his master was still fine.
'Let's chat back in the room.' He responded, before bidding the healer goodbye and leaving the infirmary.
As the night settled over the Ling Family Estate, Michael made his way back to his room. The moonlight washed away the mental fatigue that had plagued him earlier, and he felt a renewed sense of clarity and purpose. Sitting at the edge of his bed, he spoke to Archie about the extraordinary events that had unfolded in his soul realm.
"Archie, you won't believe it," Michael began, excitement evident in his voice. "You know that figure we've seen in the Qi Manual? It crawled out of the pages and appeared in my soul realm."
Archie's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head or something, Master?"
