[P.S. The last chapter was taken down. I'll ask my editor to get it back up tomorrow!]
Tang Wen's eyes were covered by a strip of black cloth freshly torn from his own clothes.
A gentle, invisible wind coiled around him.
It was a wind of restraint.
When used by the Fifth-Grade White Tiger, it was effortless, like slipping on an invisible straitjacket.
His Spiritual Power was also suppressed within his Sea of Consciousness.
The acuity of his five senses dropped to its lowest point.
He was practically no different from an ordinary Martial Artist.
However, Hu Qi, who was controlling it all, was not at ease either.
The lazy look in her eyes was gone.
Apparently, this type of control not only required great skill but also consumed a vast amount of Spiritual Power.
Tang Wen's eyes were closed, his five senses suppressed. He had lost all sense of direction.
TAP.
The gentle breeze carried him, setting him down slowly.
