The white snake swam to the shallows, stirring up whirlpools and turning the calm lake of his heart into a muddy mess.

A suffocating feeling followed him like a shadow, as if something had gripped his jaw, sealing his mouth and nose, leaving not even the slightest gap.

It was rampant, like a wildfire spreading, his dry throat felt as if it were on fire, smoking, desperately trying to expand, but to no avail.

In a half-dream, half-awake state, Yan Feng felt as if something had taken control of him, rendering him immobile, leaving him at the mercy of the other.