Han Li approached her and hooked her chin with one hand, instructing lightly, "Lift your head up."
Die Yi couldn't help but raise her head, her bright eyes looking towards the refined middle-aged man before her, growing even more nervous.
Suddenly, two divine lights shot out from Han Li's eyes, entering hers and quickly reaching the sea of her consciousness.
After searching for a moment, the divine lights transformed into the Divine Sword, cutting towards the restrictions deep within Die Yi's Divine Spirit with two "putt" sounds, and Han Li had erased the spiritual restriction.
"Just as I expected," Han Li said, shaking his head slightly.
Chu Zhenxiong had arranged for Die Yi to enter, with the intention of monitoring him as well, wanting to grasp his movements at all times. But how could Han Li, the old ancestor, not know of these petty tricks?
