The sensation of observing the external world through someone else's six senses is truly marvelous.
Wu Wang sat in a wooden chair behind the long hall table, stealing a moment amidst his busy schedule, using the two bundles of Transformation Qi left by Senior Shen Nong to take a glimpse at Yang Wudi's current actions.
This situation was somewhat like Wu Wang from his previous life doing indoor simulated battlefield training, yet it was clearer and more realistic than those devices.
When Qiong Qi controlled a cultivator's Primordial Spirit, it probably had a similar perspective.
Unfortunately, he couldn't look any longer at this time, as he had guests by his side.
By the side of the long table, Ling Xiaolan sat upright in another wooden chair.
She picked up her tea and, using the jade straw Wu Wang had once given her, gently sipped.
Wu Wang opened his eyes and continued chatting with Ling Xiaolan.
"Where did the Fairy Immortal leave off just now?"
