"The other party needs to repeatedly chant in deep meditation, adjusting brainwave frequency until achieving perfect synchronization with me, to barely establish a fragile channel."
"That method is inefficient and risky; any slight carelessness could be exploited by external interference, becoming a vulnerability for attacks."
"But here with you, President..."
Ye Zhiran took a deep breath, his tone filled with disbelief:
"It seems you've directly ignored the restrictive conditions, forcibly pulling our consciousness over."
"This not only requires a massive Spiritual Level, but also indicates that the position of this Inner World is far above ordinary Spiritual Secret Realms."
He paused, casting his gaze towards the tightly closed main door of the hall, showing a hint of confusion:
"Moreover, I can feel the air here is flowing, even with a hint of wind in it... does this place have an extending space?"
Fang Cheng noticed his confusion, smiled slightly, and waved his hand.
