At the same time, his divine sense also began to change, becoming larger and more solid.
It turns out that the spiritual energy wasn't ineffective against the divine sense; it just took a very long time to work, and it hit the head like a ton of bricks.
Jiang Hanxi nudged his body, and Wang Feng's body swayed a few times in response.
But he still clung tightly to Jiang Hanxi's leg and refused to let go, even resting his head on it.
"Hanxi..."
Wang Feng, drunk, was resting his head on Jiang Hanxi's lap, his lips still mumbling something, but it was no longer audible.
Jiang Hanxi's eyes turned red as she stared intently at Wang Feng, then she probed the depths of her divine sea space with her divine sense.
It can't be him... please, it can't be him...
Please, please, it can't be him...!
Jiang Hanxi's right hand, which was outstretched by the divine consciousness miniature, trembled uncontrollably.
And just as this uncertain thought arose in her mind.
The emperor's corpse, which was originally empty, gradually developed a dragon head totem on the inside of its clothes.
[Ding, Emperor's Corpse Return Rate: 30%.]
Just right, whoosh!
Jiang Hanxi lifted the top of the Emperor Corpse's chest, which had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, revealing another layer of clothing underneath that had been slashed and torn.
Ten thousand years ago, after Jiang Hanxi whipped Wang Feng, she didn't even want to touch him, and directly used her spiritual power to lift up his imperial corpse.
Finally, they found a piece of clothing in the cultivation world, ignoring the fact that Wang Feng was still wearing tattered clothes.
He simply controlled the spiritual energy and casually put it on him, and it hasn't been changed since.
At this moment, Jiang Hanxi tore the tattered clothes on the emperor's chest again, and her pupils trembled.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
