When the heart tide of the Enchanting Demon Race appeared, a fist-sized "black hole" emerged out of thin air at the chest of Mirel's spiritual body, emitting some irregular waves from within.
It was these waves that have plagued countless generations of the Enchanting Demon Race with the heart tide.
"How is it? Any change?" Mirel looked at Li Zheng, her eyes enchanting like silk, her gaze as gentle as spring water.
"Hmm." Li Zheng circled Mirel a few times, examined closely, and said, "It is very similar to that of the Optimist Race, except the source of the Enchanting Demon Race's heart tide is distinctly visible."
Mirel perked up, "Did you find the source?"
Li Zheng pointed at Mirel's chest, "It's right here."
Mirel looked down but found nothing. Her spiritual power wasn't strong enough to perform such actions or to view inwardly, "I can't see it. What does the source look like?"
