"Sister Zhen, are you alright?"
Lin Chang'sheng asked anxiously.
He still had so many questions to ask Yan Zhen.
"My head... it hurts so much—"
Yan Zhen was gripped by a splitting headache, as if her head was about to be ripped in two, beads of sweat the size of pearls breaking out on her forehead.
"Hang in there, let me check!"
Lin Chang'sheng brought Yan Zhen to the ground and immediately sent his Divine Sense inside.
When his Divine Sense entered Yan Zhen's Sea of Consciousness, what he saw was not just one Divine Soul, but two.
One of the souls looked frail but had a strong aggression, constantly attacking the original soul as if trying to absorb and devour it.
This soul took the form of a woman about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in white, with a white jade crown on her head.
She looked like someone of some status.
"Who are you?"
Lin Chang'sheng asked, puzzled.
Why would there be two Divine Souls in Yan Zhen's Sea of Consciousness?
