The moment the white light appeared, the Qian Cauldron emitted a long and ancient ringing sound.
That music, like a dragon's roar and a phoenix's call, echoed through Ye Lingyue's mind.
This ringing sound was heard only by Ye Lingyue.
Others in the Inner Courtyard of the Imperial Hospital, including Chief Chou, turned a deaf ear.
At that moment, a powerful attraction was born inside the Qian Cauldron.
Eh?
Chief Chou felt something was amiss.
Eighty percent of the spiritual power should have been enough to crush Ye Lingyue into a pulp, yet this little alchemist was still stubbornly holding on.
Moreover, just now, Chief Chou felt that his spiritual power seemed to be weakening.
Indeed!
It truly was weakening.
The spiritual power of Chief Chou, an Eighth Rank Alchemist, was rapidly flowing into Ye Lingyue's body.
The Ye Lingyue before him seemed to transform into a human-shaped vortex.
