"Hey, don't act rashly, doing so will hurt yourself," another voice quickly advised.
But Green Sorrow completely ignored this, and reached out to tug the mass. Just as he exerted force, a pain that cut through his heart welled up.
It felt as though he was pulling not on the tumor, but on his own heart. He even had a vague premonition that if he forcibly acted, once the tumor was torn apart, he would inevitably die along with it.
In such circumstances, he had no choice but to stop.
"Tell me, how do we separate the two of us?" Green Sorrow dared not act recklessly.
"I told you, once your divine skill is somewhat accomplished, I can mature and become another you."
"By the way, you said you're not called Wuxiang but Green Sorrow, so shouldn't I also have another name?"
"How about Lan Meng? I think it's a pretty good name."
