Xia Wei aimlessly waved his hand at the ethereal white balls, his small attack lacking any specific target. The orbs seemed to float before him, blinding his vision, yet when his fingers passed through them, he felt nothing but empty air. His gestures resembled swatting away bothersome flies that persistently buzzed around his face.
"ARGH!!! YOUUU!" Abruptly, one of the souls emitted a piercing scream, its eyes turning red with a seething mix of resentment and hatred fixed upon Xia Wei.
"Young master, be cautious! While these souls have not yet transformed into evil entities, they possess the potential to inflict considerable harm upon your Origin Infant!" Old Ping, witnessing his young master's naive interaction with the souls, cried out in sheer horror.
Old Ping's face turned pale, his throat involuntarily constricting as he swallowed hard. He couldn't bear to see his young master sustain further injuries.
