After the meeting.
Gray Wind ended its possession of Terrell, and that emerald green light gradually faded from the latter's eyes.
Though his appearance hadn't changed in the slightest—still that same dashing and handsome face—Luo Yan could distinctly feel that he had, in an instant, become centuries younger.
"It disappeared..." Youyou, floating beside Luo Yan, murmured softly in astonishment.
In its perspective, that vast and pure soul entity had momentarily fragmented into countless points of light, like fireflies startled into flight among the shrubs, vanishing in the blink of an eye into the forest.
No wonder it couldn't discern its Soul Level!
It was originally a composite, a convergence of countless souls stacked together like grains of sand forming a tower!
From Youyou's exclamation, Luo Yan could resonate with its feelings. However, what intrigued him more lay elsewhere.
