Sima You Yue nodded to Little Seven indicating to start, once again, she inserted her divine knowledge into Su Liu Nian's sea of consciousness.
When she materialised and transformed into a form in Su Liu Nian's sea of consciousness, Little Seven appeared beside her as well.
"Yue Yue, go ahead, I'll protect her sea of consciousness." Little Seven said.
"Mm."
Sima You Yue flew deep into her sea of consciousness and stopped when she got near the black ball.
She extended her hand and tried to feel the formless barrier, even if she was just a shape of divine knowledge, she could feel the bone-chilling coldness.
She frowned and stopped, Little Seven asked curiously, "Yue Yue, what happened?"
"I was wrong, this isn't a ghost aura, this is a death aura." A heavy look was plastered on Sima You Yue's face.
"What's the difference?" Little Seven didn't catch it.
