Bai Xue, like a cat startled by the hideous soul body, jumped down from Shen Yuan's shoulder, letting out a series of "Meow!" sounds and quickly hiding under the collapsed bed.
Shen Yuan, too, felt an abrupt shock in his heart. Just as he was about to take action against the soul body in front of him, the grotesque spirit spoke out pleading for mercy.
"Esteemed one, I implore you not to be petty. Please forgive me!"
"I know many secrets, including the method of controlling this sword, the method of artifact refining, and even long-lost spell-casting divine skills.
All you need to do is spare me, and I will tell you everything!"
Shen Yuan halted his ensuing action. His gaze was deep as he closely observed the ghastly soul body before him.
It seemed to have borne unimaginable tortures, its existence merely sustained by the intense resentment that lingered on its despicable soul body.
