Huang Feihu's heart lurched in panic when he heard this. His face was tight with anxiety, and he hurriedly cupped his hands. "Grand Preceptor! With such a strange phenomenon of twin bodies, I truly cannot control it!"
He was, by nature, a martial general of the mortal world, without the slightest foundation in cultivation. A mortal's mental strength was limited to begin with.
Now his single thought had been split in two, his body transformed into dual forms, and two sets of vision poured into his mind at once. Countless streams of information crossed and tangled in chaos, leaving only a swelling pain in his head and disorder in his spirit. He had no way to control it at all.
Seeing him so agitated and at a loss, Wen Zhong understood at once and nodded inwardly.
Not one word of Huang Feihu's complaint was false. A body of flesh and blood, a mortal soul—there were limits in the end. Even if he bore the fortune of heavenly secrets and possessed twin bodies, without a method to harmonize them, his mind would only be exhausted, and the clever trick would turn clumsy instead.
With that thought, Wen Zhong raised a withered, slender finger. A faint wisp of dark Dao rhythm curled around his fingertip as he lightly touched Huang Feihu between the brows.
A thread of gentle, pure secret-technique spiritual power followed the touch into his sea of consciousness, soothing his surging, disordered mind.
"General Huang, there is no need to panic."
Wen Zhong's voice was steady and solemn. "This is the Concentration and Body Control Secret Technique, refined by my Jie Sect after gathering the cultivation experiences of many disciples.
"You need only repeatedly sort out your mind and practice it a few times. Then you will be able to