The Immortal Soul's body twitched as he began to burn with anger. "You, little girl, have absolutely no manners. I'm the Golden Immortal Bitao after all! Although I'm now a remnant soul, I'm still an Immortal Soul, alright?" But a ghost is still a ghost… Fine, he's an immortal ghost!
"Oh, I got it. Float over here for a moment!"
"Do you expect me to go over just because you told me to?" Bitao snorted. He stayed right where he was—he had feelings too.
"Master… he is…?" Yi Qing asked. Remnant souls were not normally this easy to see. Given that this hall was filled with multi-colored Immortal Qi, it was even more difficult to spot the remnant soul.
"Oh, he says he's been waiting here for tens of thousands of years," Shen Ying explained matter-of-factly. "He insists on handing his heritage down to me, but he's not succeeding."
