Another "Zhang Longxiang" stood still, his eyes dull, motionless, seemingly "dead."
No, to be precise, it was him, his physical body.
Beside him, "Liang Qu" also left his physical body, also appearing a little "dead."
Lowering his head, Zhang clenched his five fingers, the tactile sensation was real, with no discomfort.
Zhang Longxiang quickly understood his state and looked at Liang Qu.
Liang Qu gestured for Zhang Longxiang to wait a moment, then took a wisp of Zhang Longxiang's qi machine before jumping into the Third Prince's mouth and leaving.
In the vast space, only Zhang Longxiang and the sub-body of Pai Xiaoxing remained. Not knowing what Liang Qu was doing, Zhang Longxiang looked around. There was water everywhere, gray and gloomy, like a cloudy day. He stood in the middle of a courtyard full of various amenities such as wooden posts, reclining chairs, and yellow bags, exuding a vibrant aura of life, as if many people lived there daily.
"Splash."
