Realizing that familiar things and words could help restore memories, Xin Huohuo immediately went into support mode. "Bai Qi!" she shouted. "You're the famous White Guard, Lord Qi, Xie Bi'an! You're from the Underworld! Even though you're a spectral agent, you're a true god listed in the divine registry! Do you remember? This detestable wood spirit has possessed your body. It dares to humiliate you like this! If I were you, I would never tolerate this!" In the end, she even resorted to trying to sow discord.
She watched as the berserk body finally stilled after a series of violent collisions. It slumped against the wall, panting for breath as if it were on its last legs. Xin Huohuo remained on high alert, staring tensely at the figure.
'Did Bai Qi win? He should have. But why hasn't the wood spirit come out of his divine body?'
"I've returned from a long journey. Aren't you going to come give me a big, loving hug?" The man in white held out his hand.
