"Brother Hang, since you've found your own opportunity, it's time we headed back... This body of mine really can't hold out much longer."
As his words fell, Su Mu's face had already turned as white as paper steeped in cold frost, his lips utterly bloodless.
His once-straight back swayed slightly, and even his voice carried a weak, unsteady tremor.
Zhou Hang's heart sank abruptly. His eyes reddened at once, already bloodshot from exhaustion.
Panic crept into his voice. "Big Log! What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean you can't hold out? Why would you say something like that when everything was fine?"
His brows knotted tightly, his face filled with unconcealable panic and worry. Even his fingertips trembled from how tightly he held himself.
Beside him, Mingche raised his eyebrows, a faint trace of surprise surfacing in his dark purple eyes.
He pondered inwardly, There isn't the slightest flow of magic power in the Great Emperor's body. I was wondering why someone with his cultivation seemed so ordinary. So he's merely a manifestation of spiritual sense. That explains it.
Seeing Zhou Hang panic as though his house were on fire, Su Mu instead managed a faint, reassuring smile and steadied his wavering breath.
He spoke again. "Don't worry, Brother Hang. I'm only a spiritual sense incarnation left here. My true body is still in another world. Even if this incarnation disperses, it won't affect my true self in the slightest. It's nothing serious."
Only then did Zhou Hang's tense shoulders relax a little, but looking at Su Mu's deathly pale face, he still couldn't suppress his worry.
Seeing this, Su Mu added gently, "Rest assured. Once everything here is settled, I'll take you to the world where I am. We'll have our chance to reunite and drink