Feng Cheng still sat there, his gaze fixed on Ahqing, looking especially familiar.
But Ahqing could no longer afford to think about all this.
Only to see Feng Cheng sitting quietly in the wheelchair, clearly making no movements, yet the black liquid beads recently solidified in the air were trembling violently, swiftly condensing to either side, gathering like dew, both rapidly and unexpectedly.
The speed was so fast that Ahqing couldn't even see any use of Spiritual Power to drive them. Immediately afterward, the condensed black bead rapidly swelled, hovering in mid-air, its surface smooth without a single uneven mark, and it had already grown as tall as a person.
