Bai Qian's illusory figure emerged from the chaos. When she saw Wang Zijia, she was momentarily stunned before subconsciously looking down at her intact hands, her face not daring to believe that she could see again.
"Your vision hasn't yet recovered, first look around," Wang Zijia began, speaking.
"What?" Bai Qian turned around in confusion, asking perplexed, "What am I supposed to see? The white fog?"
Could she not see her weights even though they were hers?
Was this chaotic white fog truly the Sea of Consciousness?
Wang Zijia frowned, "What can you see then?"
"Erm, sir, the big light orb above your head is too dazzling, I can't make out anything clearly!" Bai Qian shielded her eyes, she said.
Wang Zijia looked up at the Red Copper Weight overhead, and he had a general understanding of the situation. Then he slipped a thought and made the weight disappear.
