Shen Yi spread his hands slightly, and his golden body transformed into a bead that returned to his palm; his Yin God also returned to his qi sea.
The soul of Lady Qinghua was left in place.
The woman's eyes were slightly red, and she bit her red lips gently while her eyes were clearly dazed, barely maintaining the most basic consciousness.
"..."
Shen Yi shook his head with deep understanding, knowing all too well that the invasion of distracting thoughts into one's mind was indeed uncomfortable.
To further strengthen his golden body, he would need another demon soul to share the burden.
Fortunately, he had gained two more remnants of Demon Kings.
Among them, the fox would be more suitable for deducing martial arts, its current state of infatuated grief seemed somewhat wasteful.
The White Dragon seemed stronger; it would be the one.
Shen Yi placed the golden bead into his qi sea, then turned and walked away.
