He forcibly pieced the two ghosts inside Feng Quan's body back together, creating a new balance.
To be honest, Yang Jian wasn't confident. It was already an extremely dangerous thing for a Ghost Tamer to control two ghosts. Once they reached a state of mutual suppression, the Ghost Tamer had to slowly regulate them personally, which was equivalent to extending the time before the fierce ghosts revived.
But this regulation was not a long-term solution. As time passed, the two ghosts would continue to revive until, one day, the balance broke and the Ghost Tamer died from ghostly revival.
Feng Quan was now facing a broken balance. Whether he could suppress the two ghosts in his body was unknown.
So Yang Jian waited, while also preparing a backup plan.
If Feng Quan could not return to normal, Yang Jian would restrain and imprison him here. He absolutely would not let the two ghosts in his body escape.
But Feng Quan's current state could hardly be called good.
Grave Soil kept spilling out from his body, while thick fog shrouded the surrounding area, sometimes dispersing and sometimes gathering again.
The powers of the two ghosts were affecting their surroundings.
The new balance had yet to form.
Feng Quan was in unbearable pain, struggling on the ground. He wanted to die, yet could not, because the problem of ghostly revival had not completely erupted. Certain supernatural powers were sustaining his life, allowing him to remain alive in an unbelievable state.
But this situation would not last long.
Once one of the ghosts in his body gained the upper hand, he would soon die here.
After all that effort, after finally changing Feng Quan's memories, it would be a real pity if he died here, Yang Jian thought.
He had no particular feelings