"I can't seem to control it..." Philia's face turned pale, with beads of crystal-clear sweat on the tip of her lovely nose.
"Do you feel like you can't suppress your hatred?"
"Yes, Ray Lee."
"Alright, don't force yourself, Philia."
Noland Lee reached out to take the magic wand, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.
He didn't feel the negative emotions that strong, so why couldn't Philia suppress it?
Strange.
Could it be that after his own ordeal in the Suffering Borderland, his grit and determination had made him highly resistant to negative emotions?
Hmm.
That is possible.
In such a desolate place, the ghostly Suffering Borderland, you either die or go mad. Escaping like Noland had made him one in a million; it's normal for him to have strong mental strength.
Thinking for half a second, Noland Lee said:
