"Holy shit!"
BANG!
The door to one of the challenge center's rooms was suddenly thrown open. A pale-faced Wang Ye, drenched in sweat, rushed out, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Steward Deng! Steward Deng!"
His voice was frantic, and his expression was a mask of panic.
The commotion quickly attracted many of the Holy Hall candidates who were nearby.
The rooms in the main hall were almost all occupied, and there was even a line forming—a rare sight.
"What's wrong?"
Steward Deng's brow furrowed as he watched Wang Ye rush over, grabbing him to hold him still.
"A mental shadow! A mental shadow!"
Wang Ye pointed at his own head, repeating, "Quick, quick! The mental shadow!"
Steward Deng glanced at him, a sharp glint in his eyes as his consciousness invaded Wang Ye's Spirit Body and found the shadow.
