The passing spirit light was like a slippery fish, leaping onto the shallows of consciousness but instantly submerging into the deep pool of thoughts.
Jeming froze in place, feeling clearly he had grasped something crucial, yet he couldn't remember exactly what it was!
This feeling was extremely strange, even ominous.
As a Wizard specializing in Spiritual Power, photographic memory and clear thoughts were basic qualities, and as a Cultivator, reflecting on one's own thought patterns was effortless.
Yet at this moment, regarding that instant of enlightenment, his memory was blank, leaving only a strong yet groundless intuition that he had "found a problem."
"Something's wrong..." Jeming frowned deeply, feeling a chill run down his back from the sensation of his thoughts being invisibly interfered with.
He did not choose to give up but quickly released two Black Giants to guard him on either side.
