Ji Jing's chanting of the spell wasn't particularly lengthy, yet for Xue Zhong, it felt like time was passing at an agonizingly slow pace.
He could vividly sense himself gradually losing control over his body, as if someone were pulling him away from that physical shell, strand by strand. As his vision ascended, he realized that he had now become a spirit.
Xue Zhong could see Ji Jing and the others, all standing guard with wary expressions. They were likely guarding against him.
Strangely, he didn't experience any strong emotions. There was no madness, no desire to harm, just an idle thought of the refrigerator. What a shame, he couldn't indulge in ice cream in this state.
Soon, he witnessed the familiar body next to him gradually regaining consciousness; it was Xue Meng, his lost soul returning.
