Jiang Che sensed the path of that clear spring flowing through his mind. He was no longer the weak, helpless human he used to be.
Now, although he didn't know what these things were, he already possessed the ability to handle such sudden emergencies.
The stream trickled past his fragile, delicate spiritual power, warming and soothing him.
This stream of clarity had come too unexpectedly, constantly helping Jiang Che set anchors and expand his territory.
All around him, 'spirits' were being generated, and within his territory, a maze-like mental hospital was taking form.
"How far do you think this mental hospital will expand before it stops?" Xiong Jie looked around. He had also lived in a mental hospital for a while, though always in the Anding District.
