Under Na Ye's worried gaze, Whang Kuaile pinched his chin, somewhat puzzled, "There's nothing wrong with this! It's pretty normal. Let me take another look."
While speaking, he lowered his head, his eyes flickering with golden light, the air around him suddenly started to warp.
"Be careful." Na Ye was startled and hurriedly stepped forward. However, he was a beat too slow. The spiritual power Whang Kuaile released directly fell on Long Kongkong.
Long Kongkong's body trembled, and he instantly felt a domineering spiritual power rushing into his mental spirit ocean, causing his mental spirit ocean to churn rapidly. In a split second, as if stimulated by something, a purple light suddenly lit up in his mental spirit ocean.
"Ah—" Whang Kuaile abruptly withdrew his spiritual power like he had been electrocuted, and he rapidly backed off a few steps, unable to control his body. He sat down on the sofa with a thud, causing it to emit a creak as it sagged conspicuously.
