After the union-related matters were discussed, Zhang Manyao was the first to give Sun Fan a hundred crystal scales, asking him to help erase the independent will within the demon Chi.
Sun Fan accepted the crystal scales and had Zhang Manyao pull up a chair to sit opposite him.
"Place your right hand on the table."
Zhang Manyao complied.
Sun Fan held her right hand with one hand and placed his other hand on her temple, his tone calm and soothing, almost hypnotic: "Relax~ Take a deep breath~"
"Exhale."
"Inhale."
"Exhale."
"Inhale."
After twelve rounds of deep breathing, Zhang Manyao lowered her head as if she'd fallen asleep while the others watched—
In the depths of Zhang Manyao's mind, a phantom Zhang Manyao opened her eyes, quietly observing the surrounding kaleidoscope of colors: "Amazing, is this where my brain is? What state am I in now? A soul, perhaps?"
