Chu Linfeng heard the voice of the Sword Spirit and immediately sensed something was wrong. He hurriedly diverted his gaze but it was already too late, a sharp pain appeared in his mind.
"Lin Feng, does my body look good? How does it feel?" The Sword Spirit's voice came with a hint of gunpowder.
"It does look good, but it's a hefty price to pay. Could you stop tormenting me?" Chu Linfeng said helplessly.
Upon hearing this, the Sword Spirit grew even more agitated and said, "Looks good, right? I'll let you stare as much as you want!" With that, a flash of light entered Chu Linfeng's brow.
In Chu Linfeng's mind, the splitting headache intensified, making him roll on the ground uncontrollably. Meanwhile, the pressure from the gravity in the chamber became apparent as the Sword Spirit entered his body.
