"Shaofeng, what's wrong? Are you all right?"
Seeing him freeze, with what seemed to be worry still in her eyes, Li Naling voiced the concern in her heart once more.
"Ah?!"
Qin Shaofeng finally came back to himself.
It seemed this terrifying woman truly had not let her imagination run wild.
He hurriedly tried to get up.
But the moment he exerted himself, waves of stabbing pain surged through his mind. He groaned in agony and collapsed limply again.
"Don't move yet. Your soul injury is far too severe. The fact that you can remain conscious and haven't turned into an idiot is already a blessing as great as the heavens. Don't walk by yourself for the rest of the journey." Li Naling had no idea what he had been thinking.
She hurriedly called over Mo Ya, whose injuries were lighter, and had him carry Qin Shaofeng on his back.
Only then did she arrange for everyone to rest on the stairs.
A full day passed.
Only then did Qin Shaofeng finally feel the pain in his mind ease.
Although his soul injury was severe, as long as he had no intention of fighting, it would not torment him every moment.
More than four hundred strands of Essence Qi had fused together.
Instead, this allowed him to clearly sense that he had truly undergone some strange qualitative transformation.
The system interface remained unchanged.
Yet he felt that, in terms of combat, his current self had come infinitely close to the true self from the Battle of True Self.
It was as though he only needed to strike casually to unleash every martial skill at once.
Compared to the previous layer upon layer of stacking, this was far, far more convenient.
The only troublesome part, one could say—
Was that Lightning