Hanguang Zhe looked speechlessly at the person who had passed out on the bed. Did he go overboard?
At least he could rest now.
He hovered around the unconscious person, taking in every inch of his face.
He stretched out his hand to touch his face but his hand passed straight through his skin.
Hanguang Zhe withdrew his hand with a sigh. He was getting weaker by the day.
Not being able to cultivate in the form, he could only draw energy from the moon but this could only sustain him for so long.
It took too much effort and yielded little results. Doing that could only help his soul from dissipating but even that wasn't enough anymore.
He had never met someone with such a high aptitude for cultivation before and this could be his last chance.
He apologised to the young man in his heart and performed a binding spell. Now he would be able to talk to the young man directly instead of using those unconventional methods to get his attention.
