An indescribable, exotic scent rushed into Mo Huasong's nostrils, clearing his mind a little.
"What... What's happening to me?" Mo Huasong muttered to himself.
"Master, the Soul Seed has mutated," Sword Spirit called out from within his Spiritual Sea.
"Master, should I destroy the Soul Seed?" Fire Spirit moved restlessly, eager to teach the Soul Seed a lesson.
The mention of this enraged Mo Huasong: "Fire Spirit, kill your sister. That's my second soul. How dare you think of destroying it? Is this a revolt?"
Fire Spirit made a grimace: "Master, I see you suffering. I just want to solve the problem for you."
Mo Huasong didn't respond. He was sensing the current state of the Soul Seed.
After the Soul Seed devoured the unknown tiny object, it changed from a grain of rice size to a triangular shape. He wasn't sure whether this was good or bad.
Suddenly, an aura of killing intent rose from downstairs.
