"Thank you, senior, for your body, I'm very grateful, but my own body is of no interest to you," Meng Yu said indifferently.
Meng Yu had previously contemplated committing suicide repeatedly to form a Great Formation; it was merely talk, however, not out of fear of damaging his Divine Soul, nor was this method unfeasible, but he couldn't start that way, fearing his body might be used as a mold.
He planned to pull off a major coup on the Ascension List, and when that time came, many would study him. The thought of numerous people dissecting his corpse was simply horrifying.
Bai Hu glared at Meng Yu with a mix of embarrassment and anger.
Despite Meng Yu's courteous treatment, the unconscious her had lost some things.
Blood, some hair, and she was certain her entire body had been thoroughly scanned by his spells.
