Han Ming wolfed down the food, sweeping away her previous refusal.
After finishing, she still wanted more. "Is there any left?"
Ning Zhuo said, "Sorry. I'll bring you more next time."
Han Ming nodded. "It would be best if you brought me some spirit food. These mundane dishes may be tasty, but they are of little help to cultivators like you and me."
Ning Zhuo gave an acknowledgment. "I'll consider it."
Han Ming added, "And my soul. I have to tell you, if you keep doing this, I won't be able to hold out many more times."
"If you keep draining me without restraint, my soul foundation will be exhausted."
By then, Han Ming's soul would scatter to the winds; she would not even be able to become a Ghost Cultivator.
Having realized this, Han Ming chose to bow her head for the time being and endure humiliation to preserve herself.
Ning Zhuo nodded. "What good suggestion do you have?"
Han Ming said, "Give me people! As long as I absorb souls, I can nourish myself. Only with sufficient soul foundation can I continuously supply you and provide you with soul essence."
Ning Zhuo smiled. "In fact, I prepared some long ago."
"Oh?"
Ning Zhuo rose and temporarily left the cell. When he returned, he was carrying three or five monkeys in his hands.
Han Ming's expression darkened. "I said I wanted people. At most, I can draw thirty percent from these monkeys."
Ning Zhuo chuckled. "Thirty percent efficiency is already acceptable to me."
"I'm not a demonic cultivator. I won't harm people. But beasts and goblins are another matter."
"There are plenty of monkeys around Fire Persimmon Mountain. Killing a few can also provide some help to Fire Persimmon Mountain City."
Han Ming finally could not hold back any