"Heavenly Dao?" Princess Zhang Le turned her nose up at Yu Hetian's threatening statement.
The purple-green divine flame atop the silver lotus collapsed inwardly. The white tiger soul let out a shrill shriek, transforming into countless pure-white glowing specks that drifted into all directions. Princess Zhang Le hastily exercised a mystic technique taught by Wu Qi and waved her hand at these white glowing specks. Immediately, they rushed into her palm like a white waterfall, then were absorbed into her spiritual ocean and fused with her Nascent Soul.
