Just as Wei Xiaobao was preparing to turn and leave like a heartless scoundrel with no attachment whatsoever, the robed sorcerer inside the nameless side hall plunged a golden knife straight into his own chest, as if driving it into a piece of dead wood. Black blood welled from the wound.
At the same instant, Wei Xiaobao felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his heart.
It felt as though someone had stabbed him; his heart ached so fiercely it felt fit to burst. Concurrently, the formless power that had hitherto restrained the torrent within his Consciousness Sea instantly vanished, leaving the torrent entirely unconstrained.
Chapter 116