Zuo Feng sat cross-legged, looking at the stone pier in front of him in frustration, his hands wrapped around his shoulders as he tilted his head and kept thinking. After a while, Zuo Feng suddenly had a bright idea, as if there was still a method he hadn't tried.
With this thought, Zuo Feng felt a bit uneasy as he raised his hands and gently pressed them onto the stone pier, slowly closing his eyes. In the next moment, two strands of thought that quietly floated in his sea of consciousness moved slightly, summoning Spiritual Power from within the mental sea.
Since the last mutation of his body, Zuo Feng could no longer spread his Telekinesis as before, but it could still flow freely within his body. The transmission of Telekinesis was extremely fast, taking almost no more than a blink of an eye to flow between his palms.
