His fingertips touched the cold metal.
There was no expected dazzling brilliance, no heaven-destroying and earth-shattering pressure, not even a single ripple of energy. There was only a... indescribable palpitation originating from the deepest depths of his soul, like a dormant star being quietly ignited, spreading silently and instantly soothing all the clamor and agonizing pain in Chen Mo's Sea of Consciousness.
Silence.
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