With that thought, Milton Cheney tried to mobilize the spiritual power within his Spiritual Sea, only to find that he couldn't.
In the Illusion Realm, he was no more than an ordinary person.
Cheney's expression turned complex as he subconsciously placed his hand into his pocket, touching something hard inside.
A mobile phone, something non-existent in the Wizard Realm.
Unlocking the mobile phone and opening his contacts, he stared at the sequence of familiar, yet strange numbers.
He picked one of the numbers and dialed it.
Dialing...Dialing...Connected.
A woman's voice came from the other side.
"Hello, my son. What made you think of calling me? How is your job going?"
Cheney gripped the phone tightly but couldn't utter a single word.
He had so much to say, but all that came out was silence.
"Hello, hello, what's going on? What kind of signal is this?!"
"...mum, it's good. Everything at home is fine too, right?"
