"To be honest, master, you're really bold. If I hadn't stabilized your soul at the critical moment, you might have become a walking corpse. No one has ever fed a soul to the spiritual pedestal realm at once like you," said the mountain spirit.
"Cut the crap. What should we do now? Staying in the Small World isn't a solution."
In the sea of consciousness, Victor's damaged soul was very depressed. He sat in a corner and sighed.
"Master, you're too soft-hearted. To put it bluntly, whether that woman lives or dies has nothing to do with you. You almost killed yourself. Now, you can only repair your soul with my help."
The mountain spirit curled its lips and helplessly sent a part of its soul power into Victor's soul.
"There's nothing I can do. When I saw that scene, it brought up some of my memories. In the end, I got emotional...
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. What methods do you have that can allow me to recover as fast as possible?"