Taking the nutrient paste handed over by the Military Saber, Cheng Ye took small sips, the warm paste sliding down his throat, slowly calming the restlessness deep in his heart.
Strangely, the impactful images felt in the information space—the life-level oppression brought by the Flame Eagle, the eerie erosion of flesh by the Rotting Vine, the madness and snarling of Liu Kun...
Once all the images emerged, they quickly faded, like a dream where the events are remembered clearly but the specific details remain unclear, leaving only vague outlines.
Especially the Flame Eagle. Upon careful recollection now, it oddly felt as if it wasn't anything special, just a more peculiar mutated creature.
"That's actually good, otherwise the mental imprint left would be too deep, inevitably slipping up in expressions or actions, letting others see through the flaw."
