"We call it the spirit prison," Long Huixing said. "Once trapped, your spirit body disintegrates instantly, becoming nourishment for the next opportunity to manifest." He wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead. "In other words, while we vie for a significant opportunity, that same opportunity waits to devour us... I almost overlooked this."
"You'd do well to remember," Qin Huai retorted, his gaze falling upon the tragic scene by the lake.
"I indeed forgot," admitted Long Huixing, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Truth be told, it's been a while since I last ventured into the spirit world. The horrors outside are enough to drain me."
"Isn't the Great You's royal family essentially puppet-like?" Qin Huai asked nonchalantly as they followed Bai Shiquan's trail toward the Golden Spirit Temple.
