"Tian Meng? Y-you... how did you get so weak?" Ice Empress was dumbfounded. She had figured that Tian Meng's strength should now at least match hers, and even having a higher cultivation than hers would have been perfectly normal, so she had not held back. How could he have died so easily?
Snow Empress looked grave too. She did not seem to understand why this had happened either.
Tian Meng really was dead at that moment, not pretending. His soul had already separated from his body and slipped into Leng Xiyue's mental space.
"Goddammit, Ice Empress is downright inhuman! She killed me in one hit." The moment he returned to the mental space, Tian Meng could not help complaining to Leng Xiyue and Xiao Bai.
"It's no big deal. We'll carry you back and have Ah Yin patch you up, then you can just crawl back in." Holding an adorable little girl with rabbit ears, Xiao Bai snapped at Tian Meng, "Besides, can't you see I'm looking after a child? Watch your language!"
"Uh... you're right, big sis!" Tian Meng scratched his head awkwardly, then crouched in front of the little girl.
The little girl rolled her large eyes and beamed at him.
"Is this Ah Rou, the one Xiyue extracted from the Pope? She looks like she's almost recovered."
"Not even close. We were short on Psionic Energy Experience earlier, so progress was a little slow. But I transferred a few tens of thousands of experience points over from Xiyue. Condensing a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old Soul Ancestor body for her won't be a problem."
"Rather than worrying about that, why don't you go see how they're doing?"
"Good point." As an expert in Spiritual Power, leaving his body was perfectly easy and cost him practically nothing, so he slipped