"You are not qualified to know!" Long Jing coldly snorted.
"Please show mercy and let me go this one time, you are also an immortal, you should know the difficulties of cultivation of immortality..." The white figure's face was filled with fear, looking at Long Jing and pleading. He wasn't thinking about soul snatching anymore, just hoping that the other party would let him go this once. That way, when the relic reopened in a hundred years, he might have another chance to snatch a body.
"Hand over your Soul Ring," Long Jing said in a deep voice. For someone like him, who has become a cultivator's soul of over ten thousand years, everything he owned should be hidden within the ring formed from his condensed soul.
"All my belongings are in those Wood boxes," the soul replied, trembling with fear. He truly regretted everything now; his intestines were green with remorse. Not only did he fail to get a body, but he also attracted an Evil God.
