Mind control or mental manipulation is not a subject that nature takes lightly, so Tang Yin had to be careful in order not to arouse the wrath of nature.
So, he was careful, like a painter or draftsman making a work of art.
He moved what he had to move, but he did not abuse the power he had just obtained.
'If with this you still have a death wish, I will give up. I won't have been able to defeat fate again and will only be left to lament my weakness for the rest of eternity.' Tang Yin thought as he finished.
'If anyone is to be judged, let me be judged for my incompetence and greed.' He thought firmly.
He continued with Li Xian in his arms, but he had returned to the world of the flowery mountain.
Still, Li Xian rested quietly, her hands clasped lightly occasionally as if she was having some dream.
Because, yes, she was having a dream.
A dream that Tang Yin could not see.
