Has the black robed man grown timid?
Li Cheng was somewhat surprised, "Which tribulation's Loose Immortal are you?"
"Eighteenth tribulation!" the black robed man said, his face filled with reluctance.
"Just like your ancestor!" Li Cheng turned his head to Feng Wanli, and without waiting for a reply, he continued, "An Eighteenth Tribulation Loose Immortal, why so cowardly?"
Living for over ten thousand years, in Li Cheng's eyes, should make one a tough bone to chew.
Yet this fellow, upon hearing soul-searching was to be used, volunteered information before it even began.
"A man can be killed but not humiliated! What do you really want to know?" the black robed man snapped.
Li Cheng's face wore a smile. This was probably the strongest tone used to speak the wimpiest words.
"Who is your main body?" Li Cheng asked.
The black robed man looked confused, "What main body?"
Li Cheng threw the man's storage ring to Feng Wanli, "Find the Ten Thousand Aspects Soul Seal."
