I toyed with the little red coffin in my hand, looked at Spirit Axe, and asked with a smile, "Do you think this thing could trap you?"
A trace of fear appeared on Spirit Axe's face. "Me? I've never tried it, but it probably could. The time it could hold me wouldn't be long, though—just a few breaths. But even among the Twenty-Four Ghost Clans, there probably aren't many beings like me. At most, there should only be a few dozen."
And that was supposed to be not many? In other words, this thing was practically useless against ghosts with profound Dao cultivation, while I wouldn't need it at all to deal with ordinary ghosts.
No wonder this thing, despite being a bane to ghosts, wasn't valued by it. It simply couldn't threaten powerful ghosts.
Still, its soul-nourishing function was quite good. Spirit Axe told me that even if part of a soul was missing, as long as it was nurtured in this coffin for a long time, the missing soul fragments would soon be fully restored.
That made me wonder whether this thing would be of tremendous help to people who had lost their souls.
Ye Jinghong said, "Spirit Axe, the gift you gave us is far too shabby, isn't it? Do you have anything better? Stop hiding it and bring it out. You aren't leaving this place anyway, so if you can't use it, it has no value at all."
Spirit Axe's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. It probably felt that it had offered up a treasure with complete sincerity, merely to get closer to us.
It had never expected us to be dissatisfied with its gift, much less demand something better.
I hadn't expected Ye Jinghong to make such a request either. Generally speaking, we should simply accept