"Thankfully, it's only a tattered residual curse soul, struggling to survive and transform into an evil curse, all its actions are driven by emotions and desires, without enough wisdom and logic... But it seems to be very interested in you, and Han Yongxu didn't even notice..."
"Evil curse!?"
A chill ran down Chen Dengming's spine.
An evil curse that even the Longevity Ancestors are wary of?
As if sensing Chen Dengming's thoughts, the Longevity Ancestor chuckled, "I, the ancestor, am not intimidated by a mere remnant curse soul. If it wasn't for your fiery temper earlier, insisting on me teaching Han Yongxu a lesson, I would've directly captured this pathetic old remnant curse soul and used it to brew tea. It's nothing at all!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Dengming's expression turned strange.
