At midnight, the room was pitch black.
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his face calm, eyes slightly closed.
Outside the window was the silent night of Wanghu Town.
There were no flickering neon lights, nor the incessant noise of passing cars.
Occasionally, a dog's bark could be heard in the distance, echoing a few times before fading away.
No one knew how much time passed before he abruptly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in the darkness.
The energy was restored.
"It's time."
Fang Cheng silently recited in his heart, his lips moving slightly.
Then, he recited the spell he learned from Bai Ling, word by word, fluently and precisely.
The sound was strange, not like it was produced by vibrating vocal cords, but more like a whisper directly affecting the level of the Spirit.
It spiraled and echoed in the room where Fang Cheng was alone, as if trying to pierce through the dimensions of the real world.
