Days passed with ZhangYong looking for Xinyi whenever he could. He did so while he worked. He did so whenever he was free. Not a second went by without her on his mind.   Alas, results were not always equivalent to the effort put into something. Even with the improved missing poster he had someone do after he saw the poor work put up by her family, no one turned up with any news. No matter where he searched, he did not see a hair nor hide of Xinyi.   On the contrary, Xinyi's family, including HuiShan, moved on pretty easily and quickly. The effort they put into finding her dwindled, especially after the dissolution of her marriage plans. They grew to accept that she was likely dead or gone forever.   Although ZhangYong knew how estranged Xinyi was from her family despite growing up in the same house, he still found it hard to accept the reality of it. As much as he wanted to shout at them to not give up and to put in the

The spy bent down to pick her up again but Xinyi swung her sword at him, which he easily dodged.   Each time he tried to approach her, each time she swung her sword. Leaves and dirt flew. Deep cuts formed on the ground. The spiritual power of her attacks increased her attack range and would normally have kept people at bay, but looking at the ease at which the spy was dodging every one of her strikes, she was sure that he was merely toying with her.   His eyes were filled with glee while he very slowly but surely got closer to her. He was already picturing the ways he could have her later.   After letting her swing her sword around for a while more, he finally threw out another rock to put a stop to it. The rock hit her hand and made her drop the sword. In the same instant she dropped her sword, he reached her side and caught her.   After he sheathed her sword for her, he carried Xinyi under his arm

Luna regained consciousness and found herself back in the black claustrophobic space. Her body felt light and comfortable again. It felt as if her experience of dying just moments ago was nothing but a bad dream.   "Is it always like this here?" Luna looked at BaoBao who was in the space with her instead of talking to her through telepathy like the first time they met.   BaoBao looked around the seemingly empty space. "Seems like it..."   "It can't be changed?"   "This space is supposed to reflect the host's heart. I've never heard of it changing its appearance before."   "So my heart's black?"   "I don't know. We've never considered interpreting its appearance."   "Doesn't matter then." Luna had only asked about it in passing. "Would you know what happens in the rest of the story?"   "Yup! I will know everything alon

Alice quickly realised that her spiritual energy could not flow in or out of her body. If she had to describe it, it was as if her pores were clogged or plugged close. Now that she focused intensely on the quality of the air around her, she could not feel the same energy in it that she felt in the previous world. So, she could only circulate and control the flow of the energy within her. She played around with the flow, then tested if she could concentrate the energy flow to a specific body part. Finding that it was possible, she moved on to test the effects. She set up the pillow nicely against the wall, then punched it with her good arm. Poof. Her punch was measly. The original soul had seriously neglected training her body, like many other magic users do. She fluffed up the pillow nicely again, then threw the same punch, except this time, she concentrated the flow of energy into her arm. Her hand flew faster. Ponk! Along with the sound, some stuffing squeezed out of the holes tha

Meanwhile, back in Alice room, Alice reflected on the fight with the fire user, while looking at the water ball floating above her bandaged hand. She thought about how her water wall changed to steam. /Understanding our ability like it is a part of our body... I know the chemistry of water and about the movement of particles... Would it be possible to manipulate it down to the individual particles?/ She visualised her water ability down to its individual water particles then imagined them moving differently. She visualised slowing down the particles' movement and making them increasingly compact. Sweat began to bead on her forehead from her intense concentration. It took a whole five minutes before BaoBao exclaimed, "I see some frost forming on the surface!" Alice made the water disperse and panted. /It's possible! I can change the state of my water!/ BaoBao could not believe it too. If she could change the state of water into ice an