What exactly were these two doing?
Just as she was wondering, Shen Yanqing extended his hand to separate Su Jinyi's soul from her spirit, fusing them into a new entity.
"Little Sangmo, don't you feel any different?"
Filled with shock, Sangmo managed a stiff smile, "Does being scared count?"
Shen Yanqing chuckled, "That shouldn't be the case, don't you recognize your own emotional soul?"
"... What? Did you say emotional soul?" Sangmo gasped. She suddenly became rigid and stared blankly at the wisp of soul in Shen Yanqing's hand.
Upon closer inspection, Sangmo realized that the wisp of soul looked just like Su Jinyi.
Su Jinyi was demure and subservient, while the wisp of soul seemed proud and self-appreciating.
She reached out in amazement and the wisp of soul slowly opened its eyes. When their eyes met, Sangmo's heart stopped for a moment.
"This... is this my emotional soul?" Sangmo could hardly believe it.
