Ye Jinghong reminded me that the master soul was an immense spiritual force.
Faith itself was a kind of spirit.
I understood what she meant. Once we started fighting, my attacks would mostly be on the spiritual level.
But at that moment, the old man stopped that fellow. "What are you trying to do?"
That fellow looked at the old man. "I have to take back the master soul."
The old man sighed. "Do you think you can beat him under these circumstances? The master soul is in his hands. Even if he only uses spiritual power, he can still crush you!"
That fellow froze slightly, and the old man continued, "Besides, Mr. Jiang said he was only holding it for us temporarily. He never said he wouldn't return it. Of course, who he returns it to will depend on Mr. Jiang's own choice. I won't make a move against Mr. Jiang. No matter what, Mr. Jiang extracting the master soul has already helped us immensely."
That fellow rolled his eyes at the old man. "You really are a coward."
The old man smiled. "That's not cowardice. It's called seeing things clearly and letting them go."
Hearing that, the fellow hesitated.
Even if he and the old man joined forces, they had not been our match. Now that the old man had made it clear he would not act, he became afraid.
I had long been ready. The moment he made a move, I intended to test the master soul's power.
Yet after hesitating again and again, that fellow ultimately backed down.
"Fine. You can keep the master soul for now. I hope that when the time comes, you'll put the bigger picture first and return it to our Holy See."
He took two steps back, and just like that,