Chu Mu closed his eyes, trying to sense the faint, distant connection he shared with Wangcai. But alas, no matter how he reached out, he couldn't detect the slightest trace.
Unable to sense it, Chu Mu didn't dwell on it. Ever since he had pulled Wangcai into this Spiritual World, both his own mental corruption and Wangcai's would affect this personal Spiritual World of his.
Strictly speaking, it was as if he had shouldered the burden of Wangcai's corruption for him.
As long as he successfully purified the mental corruption, then for Wangcai, it would be as if it had all been nothing more than a long dream.
If he failed to purify these two streams of corruption, they would simply fall into ruin together.
His thoughts scattered. Chu Mu didn't linger outside for long. It seemed he was just taking a stroll, reminiscing about his past self.
Once the wave of nostalgia passed, there wasn't much emotion left.
Soon, Chu Mu was back in the cramped, rented room.
