Chapter 13: 013: Out of Spiritual Power

Rong Xiao spent the entire afternoon showing her around the ancient castle.

"Wow, your home is so huge. You couldn't even finish walking through it in a day."

"This castle has been passed down through His Highness's family. His Highness is the most noble person in the world, so naturally, he deserves the best of everything."

"Then why does he still need to trade labor for money?"

Rong Xiao was stumped by the question. She thought for a long while before answering, "Because His Highness is not someone who lives in pampered luxury. He hopes to build a world that truly belongs to him with his own two hands."

"Oh, the way you put it, he sounds like a very good person—very ambitious. Not bad."

Speaking of Han Mohen, Rong Xiao was proud: "Of course, His Highness is the best."

Feng Liyue didn't say a word. She didn't know Han Mohen yet. He had let her stay here, and she had stayed, but that didn't mean she had no defenses against him.

A strange world, strange people, and memories she couldn't recall—she was on guard against everything, she just didn't show it.

She remembered that A-Long had come out with her, but she hadn't seen him since she woke up, and Han Mohen hadn't mentioned a single thing about him. She thought that A-Long must not be with her, but where had he gone?

She didn't understand this world at all. How was she supposed to find A-Long?

Without A-Long, she couldn't go back.

"Miss Feng, let's go take a look over here."

Rong Xiao led Feng Liyue to the backyard. The backyard was vast and divided into three sections. Before her eyes lay a sea of flowers, surrounded by lush, verdant trees. The air was filled with a faint floral fragrance that was refreshing and made one's mood unconsciously broaden.

In front of the flower sea was a swimming pool, and on the other side was a sports field. Han Mohen really had everything prepared; he certainly knew how to enjoy life.

After walking around for half the day, Feng Liyue felt a bit tired, so Rong Xiao brought her back to the castle's inner hall.

"If you're feeling tired, Miss Feng, you should go back to your room and rest. You just woke up, and your body is still a bit weak; you need plenty of rest."

Feng Liyue stretched her limbs and felt the soreness, so she nodded. "I can go up by myself. If you have things to do, go ahead."

"Yes."

Feng Liyue had a good memory; no matter how big the castle was, finding her room was more than manageable.

She opened the door and went in. Looking at the unfamiliar room before her, she still couldn't adapt.

It was too beautiful, too luxurious—so magnificent it felt unreal. She even wondered if she had fallen into a dream, a strange dream from which she couldn't wake up!

Everything here was different from what she knew. The differences were too great; she couldn't accept it.

Without a single familiar person, she felt a sense of panic.

Moreover, she raised her hand; her fingertips glowed with a nearly transparent white light. This was her spiritual power. The moment she woke up, she had discovered that her spiritual power was all but gone!

Right now, she had no spiritual power, her memories were hazy, and she knew nothing. She was like a piece of trash—a piece of trash who couldn't do anything!

Feng Liyue was deeply frustrated. What on earth had happened to make her end up like this?

Feeling physically exhausted, she walked to the bedside and threw herself heavily onto the bed. The bed was soft, and she didn't feel a hint of pain from the fall, but she would have preferred to feel some pain—to tell her that she still had sensation.

Without her spiritual power, she was no different from a mortal. Even if she found A-Long, she wouldn't be able to go back.

No, she couldn't just give up like this!

She was the daughter of gods and demons. Everyone said she was the most gifted, and whether she became a true god or fell into the demonic path depended entirely on a single thought. She would become a god—she would rely on her own strength to become a god and return!