"So that's how it was."
Understanding showed on Lin Xuan's face. So that was the whole story. No wonder Yuanyuan had not recognized him at all when she saw him.
Fortunately, Peacock's Primordial Spirit had only been suppressed, and had not been devoured by the remnant soul of the Golden-Winged Great Peng. Otherwise...
Lin Xuan did not dare imagine the consequences.
"Wife, how do you feel right now?"
"I'm all right." Since her magic power had been sealed, she had no way to perform an inner-vision technique, but she could still more or less sense the state of her own body. Peacock smiled as she spoke, not wanting her husband to worry too much.
"Really?"
Lin Xuan heard this, but the worry on his face did not therefore vanish like smoke and clouds. As for the secrets of the Demon Race, perhaps he was not as familiar with them as his wife, but do not forget, he was, after all, in the Dongxuan Realm, and had even taken a trip to the Spirit World.
Lin Xuan had once seen this kind of situation in ancient records. Because the remnant soul's power was not much stronger than Peacock's Primordial Spirit, it could not devour her, and could only suppress her to a certain extent. However, as time passed, that might not remain the case.
It could not swallow her in one mouthful, but it could eat away at her bit by bit like silkworms gnawing leaves.
"Husband, what's wrong?"
Seeing worry on Lin Xuan's face, Peacock naturally had to ask.
"Yuanyuan, how do you feel about the state of your Primordial Spirit? Is it somewhat weaker than before?"
Hearing her husband mention this, Peacock's expression also darkened. After a long while, she sighed. "Husband is right. My Primordial Spirit has indeed