He closed his eyes and quietly sensed; one by one, bright spots lit up around him, densely packed, impossible to count.
The lights varied in color and brightness—some flickered rapidly, some stayed steady, and some would suddenly flare up when he focused his attention on them, as if trying to blind him.
Wen Yan didn't know how this place, with so much weird shit, managed to keep everything under control.
But there sure were a hell of a lot of spiritual items here.
He thought for a bit, then, still with his eyes closed, sensing those bright dots, he shouted loudly.
"I'm Your Dad!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, he felt quite a few of those shining dots burst out with light all at once.
The surroundings became noisy, all sorts of sounds going off—crackling electricity, electric sparks bursting—echoing all around him.
