Xiang Yu's consciousness materialized within his spiritual sea. He glanced around, noting that the sea of qi had grown a little since his last visit, stretching a few meters further in each direction.
Without hesitation, he stepped into the sea. The moment his form made contact, a refreshing sensation washed over him—like plunging into a mountain spring after days of exhaustion. The qi-enriched currents swirled around him, dissolving his mental fatigue and clearing his mind.
Xiang Yu made his way toward the center where his soul infant floated peacefully. The miniature version of himself bobbed gently on the surface, eyes closed, completely oblivious to his presence. Studying the tiny being, Xiang Yu couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment.
"Hey, wake up. Time to pay the bills lil bro," he spoke.
