"Wake up," a rather familiar voice called out, pulling Long Wei out of his trance.
It severed the connection between his Nascent Soul and consciousness. His eyes slowly cracked open, and at first, the world appeared as a collection of oddly mixed colors that he couldn't differentiate. But an instant later, clarity washed away the aberrations in his vision.
The bright golden light of the sun cascading over the rich green of Solitary Peak truly awakened him from his trance, jolting him like a hammer to the knees.
For a few moments, confusion gripped his psyche. However, it quickly dissipated when he heard Xu Weiyuan's voice slither into his ears again. "Control is key in most occasions. Never lose yourself in mindless cultivation."
He finally realized that he might have delved a bit too deep into cultivation, which aptly explained the sense of lost time that crawled along his spine.
