Zhou Bai and Qian Wangsun stood before Xing Jun, who was clad in a white robe, standing quietly enveloped by the force of the Primordial Spirit, which materialized around him like a tangible substance.
The power of the Primordial Spirit emitted a faint white glow, making him appear as if a god had descended from the heavens. This formed a stark contrast with the white shadow Xing Jun, who had previously emitted the same white light.
Seeing the astonishment in Zhou Bai and Qian Wangsun's eyes, Xing Jun looked at them with a faint smile and said, "Don't worry, everything is alright now, leave the rest to me."
After speaking, Xing Jun turned around and his gaze swept towards 'Jian Xing' who stood not far away.
Then they saw 'Jian Xing,' with a mouth on the back of his head, stretch his mouth corners as if he was about to say something.