As Han Yu had predicted, Ning Xiaomei's remnant soul had indeed possessed Lin Qingya's heart. As Han Yu's Dragon Yang Blood hit the area over her heart,
"Ah——"
Lin Qingya let out a shrill scream, and a thin, ghostly black mist rose from the spot where her heart was. It struggled in the air for a few seconds before vanishing without a trace.
"Han Yu! You wait, I won't let you off! I won't let you off!"
Right when the ghostly black mist dispersed, the roar of Ning Xiaomei filled Han Yu's ears.
Han Yu knew that Ning Xiaomei's remnant soul, the one that had escaped from the seal, was finally extinguished.
"Dragon Yang Body?"
"Ning Xiaomei just said I have the Dragon Yang Body, but what exactly is that? Why could it suppress Ning Xiaomei?"
Han Yu stood there, stunned, pondering the peculiarity of the scene that had just unfolded.
