Surrounded in the center, Chen Xing was like a tiny flat boat in a storm.
Gales and torrential rain assaulted from all directions.
Initially, Chen Xing was quite worried; transferring the skills to the Sìxiàng might disrupt the evolution ceremony, but he quickly realized that he was overly concerned, as Sìxiàng seemed unaffected.
However, Chen Xing didn't know whether this was due to some special protection offered by the ceremony or how long such a state would last?
The Sìxiàng's body shuddered slightly, it had entered a unique state, but its awareness of the surroundings persisted.
Its soul seemed to detach from the body, overlooking everything below from a high vantage point with a unique perspective.
Watching as its master and body were besieged.
The Sìxiàng was filled with rage,
a fire burning in its heart.
It didn't understand, why would these people do this? They had never met before, why treat it and its master so?
