Ling Chuxi suddenly realized that bu Xingtian was completely different from the last time she had seen him. He no longer had that murderous aura. When he was angry, he looked like a child who had not grown up. He remembered that the Cang Yuan sword spirit was the same. Every time he collected one of the seven remnant souls, his personality would change slightly. It seemed that bu Xingtian's remnant soul was the same.
Looking at the dispirited old man in tattered clothes, Ling Chuxi still felt a little sympathy. No matter what, it was indeed a little pitiful for a former region master to be reduced to such a state.
"It's not that I'm unwilling to help you, but if it were you, would you let someone stay in your sea of consciousness?" Despite her sympathy, Ling Chuxi did not let her guard down. After all, the two of them were enemies and not friends. Ling Chuxi's sympathy was not that overwhelming.
