Wei Dianyuan wanted to cry but had no tears.
He wished he could slap himself hard in the face.
Despite this, after coming out, Wei Dianyuan still felt completely different in every aspect.
As an experienced magician, he was particularly sensitive to changes in spiritual attributes.
Especially now, the quality of his energy had risen more than just a notch.
It was only after Heine had asked that question that he realized the shadow energy that should have enveloped him had disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, he noticed that the expressions of those present varied widely.
Andre's face was grave, "The will... vanished? Could this also be related to your skeleton?"
"I don't know."
Worry flashed across Heine's brows.
Previously, it was by contaminating the will within the shadows that they had scared off Milton.
Now that the energy had disappeared, and the will with it, Andre, a member of the poetry society, felt this particularly strongly.
