Zhou Zixing had no idea what Zhou Ke was thinking now. Even if he did know, he would only laugh it off.
After all, if Zhou Ke could remember the family and still think of it after hoping Zhou Zixing would advance into a Xiantian Master, then the Zhou Family's efforts and resources had not been wasted.
But right now, all Zhou Zixing wanted was to figure out how to escape Chen Mo's control. Yet such a thought was practically a fantasy.
Especially when the pain had struck inside the tent—it had been no different from taking his life.
Damn it. If that happened again, he truly felt he would not be able to endure it. He did not want to experience that bone-deep pain again.
What Zhou Zixing did not know was what exactly was on the back of his neck.
Lan Caijie, who was cultivating within the Soul Crystal at the back of his neck, naturally had something to say about that. How could she, a woman, possibly allow an old man to touch where she lived? Besides, Chen Mo had specifically told her to keep an eye on this old man.
Not listening to Chen Mo meant making a mistake.
So Lan Caijie directly sent a small burst of spiritual energy into Zhou Zixing. The point of impact was his spinal nerves. This nerve was the thickest in the human body and also a neural pathway through which information from every limb other than the head could be transmitted.
Although Lan Caijie was from ancient times, she knew of this nerve as well. Its name might have been different, but the principle was the same. Chen Mo had even specifically explained it to her, so how could she forget? A blast of spiritual energy to the spinal