Chu Ge looked at Tang Haowan with such heavy eyelids still struggling and could not help but sigh. He said to Tang Haowan, "Old Master, you should sleep. When you wake up after a good sleep, everything will be fine."
Tang Haowan really didn't want to close his eyes; he was worried that once he closed them, they would be closed for good. But his eyelids were no longer obeying him, and fluttering as they were, he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Standing in front of Tang Haowan's head, Chu Ge began to transmit energy with both hands, a white mist swirling like fog, gradually forming a ball.
This was the Spiritual Energy he had opportunistically collected on the Snow Mountain. He originally wanted to use this energy for medicinal purposes, but it had come in handy before being fully assimilated.
