Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Li Lin slowly opened his eyes, and the cyan light swirling in his pupils completely faded.
He circulated his incantation to return the final trace of turbulent spiritual power to its proper place, catching out of the corner of his eye that He Zihao was still sitting cross-legged in meditation, his originally pale face having regained a hint of color.
"Dong—"
Chapter 625