White clothes...

"Focus your mind, and I will help you condense your core!"

The second senior sister's voice rang out again, and the memory fragments shattered.

Shen Qian quickly gathered all his thoughts and, following Cheng Qingqing's guidance, let his mental energy dance along a strange trajectory in his mind.

Gradually, a crystal-clear, round bead, about the size of a fingernail, radiating white light, began to take shape in Shen Qian's mind.

Time flew by again.

Before anyone knew it, Cheng Qingqing's voice had faded away, and her spiritual power had receded like the tide.

Before sinking, he was still diligently gathering the scattered spiritual energy within his body.

Until... everything is perfect.

Whoosh!

Shen Qian suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, it was as if a bright moon had risen, illuminating every detail of the surroundings.

"call……"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, still immersed in the wonderful feeling of breakthrough.

The world before my eyes has completely changed.

If he were to use his mental power to perceive it before sinking, he would have an extremely novel experience.

For example, when Shen Qian's mental energy swept over the toilet not far away, some information would naturally pop up in his mind.

"Youjia toilet, 5.673 meters away, tempered glass, fully automatic flushing, manufactured in..."

In short, feedback from mental power is an extremely keen and almost objective form of cognition.

Of course, under normal circumstances, no one would use their mental energy to probe for no reason.

Furthermore, the second change that Shen Qian could perceive at this time was that after forming a spiritual core, it became easier for him to control the vital energy within his body.

It's not just about vital energy, but also about one's physical body.

The spiritual core became the supreme commander, and his spiritual power allowed his nerves to easily command any organ.

If one were willing, one could instantly reposition one's internal organs.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why Shan Hai was not easily fatally injured.

Normally, you have to get a headshot.

The formation of a spiritual core has brought about far more changes than this, but now is not the time to explore it in detail.

Coming to her senses, Shen Qian stood up from the bathtub, with bits of fabric scattered on her body.

He casually picked up a piece, his expression turning somewhat dazed.

...These are the clothes Cheng Qingqing is wearing.

Looking back inside, Cheng Qingqing had already drifted away before Shen Qian woke up.

He wasn't quite sure what Cheng Qingqing had done, but the feeling of soul merging still sent shivers down his spine when he recalled it now.

Even if it has nothing to do with physical intimacy, it must be an act that only people with extremely close relationships would engage in.

In fact, this kind of spiritual exchange is far more profound than a primal collision.

In addition, there is that fragment of memory that most likely belongs to Cheng Qingqing.

Was that the same person in white I'd seen before...?

If that little girl is Cheng Qingqing, then what does this mean?

Although he didn't wake up before sinking, he could sense that Cheng Qingqing had been gazing at him for a long time before leaving.

Could she know something, or perhaps she has sensed something about herself?

Before sinking, I thought that this terrifying second senior sister, whom Liu Changqing had mentioned, probably wouldn't have any deep involvement with me.

Indeed, this was the case. After joining the military, apart from a few occasional daily interactions, the two never had any further communication.

Shen Qian was happy with this.

But... now it seems to have become confusing again.