Arriving at the Seventh Battlefield

Neither of them could handle the sudden surge in mental power at once; they only needed a little rest.

Less than half an hour later, they had already regained consciousness.

In the hospital room, Phyllis lay on the bed.

Her eyes fixed on Bai Yang, her face full of apology.

"Master, I'm so useless."

Bai Yang held her hand and smiled.

"It's fine as long as you're okay. How do you feel now?"

Phyllis looked somewhat dazed, as if she was confused herself.

"I think I suddenly understand a language, and I've also learned a song.

There are also some fragmented images in my mind..."