"Senior Tian Jing, I hadn't made any substantial breakthroughs lately, so I came out to relax and see if I could find a different way of thinking."
Zhang Chen carried Huaxia Country's traditional etiquette in his bones. Since the other man was his senior, he naturally continued to address him as such.
"Even I can no longer quite see through your current strength. Is there still something you can't figure out?"
"Yes, it's a matter concerning the soul. I've rarely delved into it before, so I haven't been able to grasp its core." Zhang Chen replied.
"A matter concerning the soul... Come to think of it, you're an Apostle while I'm a Prison Warden. It's already strange enough that we didn't immediately fight to the death. Still, seeing that you retain half the nature of a Prison Envoy and considering our connection, I'll help you take a look. So, what sort of soul-related problem is it? Tell me."
"Thank you, Senior! It concerns the origin of the soul. When a living individual's soul is first born, it is merely a root end, continuously growing stronger along with the individual. For the past two months or so, I've entered the depths of the sea of souls in search of that origin, but I've never been able to find it."
Upon hearing Zhang Chen's words, Tian Jing did not respond for a while.
Then, he suddenly vanished from the distant mountaintop and used a flash-step technique to arrive before Zhang Chen.
"Where did you get this concept of the soul from?" Tian Jing questioned Zhang Chen directly.
"I learned it from documents left behind by a senior Prison Envoy from prehistoric times."
"No wonder. Not many people understand the matter of the soul's origin. But judging from what you've said and done,