The Whisperer frowned tightly. He stared at Lin Qiye for a long while before slowly speaking. "Interesting... Your secret truly exceeds my expectations.
"But you actually dared to appear before me directly. How foolish!"
Before his words had even faded, a cold glint erupted in The Whisperer's eyes. He lunged toward Lin Qiye, and his palm, glowing faintly, struck Lin Qiye's chest like lightning!
Nothing happened...
The Whisperer stared blankly at the hand pressed against Lin Qiye's chest. The eerie glow on it was being rapidly devoured by that white coat. A soul attack at the peak of the "Sea" realm landed on the garment's surface like a clay ox sinking into the ocean, vanishing without a trace.
How was that possible?!
The Whisperer's mind reeled. Soul battles had always been his specialty. Other souls were as fragile as paper before his Divine Realm, yet Lin Qiye had taken his soul attack without even moving?!
The corner of Lin Qiye's mouth lifted slightly. He narrowed his eyes at The Whisperer and spoke leisurely:
"In my Psychiatric Hospital, you still want to hurt me?"
Within this hospital, he was the ruler.
Any attack launched against him was ineffective.
He reached out, grabbed The Whisperer by the wrist, and hurled him backward with all his strength!
The Whisperer's vision blurred. After a dizzying spin, he crashed heavily onto the ground.
He scrambled to his feet, only to freeze. He discovered that he was no longer in the original hall, but had arrived in a spacious courtyard.
On the lawn not far away, a noblewoman in a black Starry Gauze Skirt sat leisurely in a rocking chair. She held some needles and thread, seemingly knitting a sweater. As she knitted, she murmured something under her breath, her lips curved in a blissful smile.