The morning sunlight broke through the sparse clouds, casting onto the clean and tidy streets.
Jeming walked between Amy and Victor, with Amy's chirpy voice discussing the new university life in his ear, along with Victor's occasional brief and calm responses.
There was a perfectly timed smile on his face, befitting a young scholar who just set foot on campus, filled with anticipation and slight nervousness.
Yet, deep within his heart, cold reason was frantically operating, sorting through the current suffocating predicament.
"Suppression... suppressing all extraordinary power comprehensively." Jeming felt the stagnant force inside him, as if trapped in deep sea mud.
Whether it was the vast spiritual power of the Nascent Soul Cultivator in the Dantian, or the Third Level Wizard's spiritual power in the consciousness sea, or his body honed with terrifying power through the Body Refining Technique, at this moment, all were as dormant as if they never existed.
