章 222: The Palm and The Fist

Inside the Mindscape Wang Ling was focusing on calming himself after his encounter with the grey figure. He had no idea what that figure was or if it was dead or not.

"That's the closest feeling with death in a long time." He breathed out a long sigh and began meditating and observing the Mindscape if anyone was there other than him.

To his relief, there was no one else other than himself which made him feel relieved. Returning to his original place, he exhaled before managing the knowledge he had just gotten out of nowhere.

Rearranging his thoughts, he found the gibberish words were a kind of language. But he had no idea where that language originated from. He knows how to speak the words aloud but he had no need to do so because no one other than him could understand it.