The Soul Capturer's spirit and soul floated in mid-air, the aged poison master's face brimming with a chilling murderous intent, a sly smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"Boy, I know that the consciousness from a few days ago must have been yours, so this Soul Capturer must be your kin, right?"
"Oh, let me tell you, his name is Ye Tian, from Donghai!"
"You see, it was about a decade and a half ago when I was passing through Donghai and noticed his exceptional talent and spiritual abilities. So, I decided to capture him."
"For these past several years, this guy's hands have been stained with blood and life, oh, the women, those lives, all perished by his hand, ha ha!"
"His spirit and soul are now in my grasp, if I decide to destroy him, then destroyed he shall be."
"It's just too bad, your kin, perhaps you'll never get to see each other again in this life, ha ha, farewell!"
That Soul Capturer was none other than Ye Ling's father, Ye Tian!
