As soon as Xiang Yu stepped into his spiritual sea, the soul infant rushed toward him, circling around with unmistakable joy. Its tiny form bobbed through the luminous currents, radiating childlike excitement at his arrival. He reached out, gently patting its tiny head.
"This time, I won't be cultivating with you," he announced, his tone apologetic but firm.
The infant's expression immediately crumpled, its previously jubilant features morphing into profound disappointment. The transformation was so dramatic that Xiang Yu felt an unexpected pang of guilt.
"I'm really sorry, but I have to do something else today," he explained, studying the infant's crestfallen face. "You understand me, right?"
