The bamboo rope shook slightly, as if startled, thinking it was a big fish, and immediately dodged to the side.
But after a while, it cautiously approached again, with the water plants swaying onto Chen Kuang's body, as if affectionately rubbing against him.
The movements of the bamboo rope seemed both purely water-driven and intentionally done.
If one did not know it was the consciousness just awakening, an ordinary person would have only thought it was a coincidence.
Chen Kuang raised an eyebrow, finding it quite interesting and novel.
Had it been another time, he would have surely interacted more with this bamboo rope to see how it reacts.
However, he really didn't have much time right now.
Better make it quick.
Chen Kuang formed a sword finger with his right hand and made a slash across the palm of his left hand.
The skin and flesh parted instantly, but no blood spread.
