"What's wrong? You look so listless." Jiu Ming set a bottle of drink in front of White Fox. "Something on your mind?"
"Ah?" White Fox shot Jiu Ming a sidelong glance, then pushed the drink before her aside. She looked like she had no appetite either. "I want to go home."
Jiu Ming's brows rose despite himself. This... she actually got homesick?
Did foxes have a habit like that?
Surprised as he was, Jiu Ming knew this was not the time for sarcastic remarks. "You should've said so sooner. We can go back anytime."
White Fox, who had looked as though she were suffering from indigestion, immediately perked up.
Standing where he was, Jiu Ming watched White Fox dash out in high spirits. Well, it was true that persuading her had been unbelievably easy—but precisely because it had been so easy, Jiu Ming found it strange. It made him feel like some villain who had restricted her personal freedom.
He really did have that illusion.
"Is there really such a rush? Even if it feels like several months have passed for you, only a little over ten days have gone by in your original world." Riding on White Fox's back, Jiu Ming tossed the gloomy, yin-laden bead in his hand. Its purpose was to gather souls within a certain range.
"Hey, Panel-kun, if too many souls go missing from a world... will it have any effect?"
[Has reading too many novels given you that illusion? Aside from some powerful existences, or worlds that are inherently special, ordinary souls naturally dissipate into heaven and earth not long after coming into being. The conditions for a soul's birth are not difficult either. As long as an individual possesses its own consciousness, it is equivalent to a new soul being born. The only