"...Who are you?"
Having been somewhat immersed in memories of the past, An Jing quickly came to his senses. He didn't answer the question and instead countered, "Why do you ask?"
[What is it that you desire?] The voice continued to inquire softly, paying no heed to An Jing's question.
An Jing narrowed his eyes; he suddenly began to laugh: "I see. So this is the Ritual Sacrifice?"
He said mockingly, "Subdue Evil, wasn't that the Heavenly Demon you slayed? How is it that it's not dead yet?"
[Ha, a mere defeated foe, nothing more than a remnant soul hiding away,] the Sword Spirit rarely displayed emotion. It sneered and then earnestly instructed An Jing: [Continue the Ritual Sacrifice. I must concentrate fully to seek the whereabouts of my fragments; I can't help you for the time being.]
"Understood." An Jing now clearly sensed that the other eight individuals connected to his spirit had fallen into various desires.
