Soon, the sound of a real heartbeat echoed.
Qin Ming and they resonated, three pairs of eyes opened, looking towards him, all with a deep gaze.
"You, go make tea."
"You, come over and massage my shoulders."
"Hmm, you always look so sinister, go practice over there!"
Qin Ming sat quietly, commanding the trio.
He really did not believe in the supernatural; could these three still resurrect right before his eyes?
Even if one day, they could have a resurgence, fully return, by then he should have reached the end of his rebirth path, unafraid of the "Living Dead" crisis.
Anyway, with Old Bu in hand, every so often, he would lock the three away to "cool down," ensuring their consciousness couldn't suddenly reignite.
Qin Ming released them to infuse them with divine material, training in a state of resonance.
Being a Grandmaster already, the Tao rhythm, Sword Evil, and Heavenly Light he poured into them would naturally go to the next level, allowing them to keep up with his pace.
