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It was so happy, invincibly happy.
As its tentacles burned to a crisp, it let out a spine-chilling moan, thoroughly enjoying its current state.
"I've made a fool of myself in front of Great-Uncle Prime,"
Ye Hanjun, awkwardly caught off guard, appeared behind Ye Liuying and Ye Qi, his expression slightly embarrassed.
"Quite amusing,"
Ye Qi said with a slight smile, "A Fond Spirit in its full form probably would not possess its own subjective consciousness."
"This one is only half a disaster. If it can acquire a mind through this and indirectly master its own bloodline, to some extent, it might not be weaker than those in full form."
Ye Hanjun revealed a trace of surprise and glanced at Ye Liuying.
Seeing the latter nod slightly, he held his fist to his chest and bowed respectfully:
"Should I do my utmost to fulfill Mo's desires, as Great-Uncle Prime suggests?"
"Naturally," Ye Qi asserted confidently, "this is probably its innate instinct."
