Night.
The clear moonlight spills down.
Lin Zheyu leisurely lies on a deck chair in the courtyard, with several plates of pastries and a jar of wine floating beside him.
"Wine, come!"
Lin Zheyu said softly.
Immediately, the floating wine jar drifted to Lin Zheyu's lips, as if someone was holding it, automatically pouring him wine.
"Hey, this sense of control is quite nice."
Lin Zheyu chuckled softly, and the wine jar floated back to the side.
This wasn't spiritual sense but a capability possessed when one's spirit grows strong to a certain degree.
Lin Zheyu referred to it as spiritual power!
He tried it out, and his spiritual power could extend only about ten meters from his body, not strong in combat.
However, the uniqueness of spiritual power made Lin Zheyu find it quite interesting.
As his spiritual power spread out, it seemed to become his eyes, transforming Lin Zheyu's viewpoint to a godly perspective.
This feeling was different from sensing fields.
