"Hm?"
Jiang Lin instinctively frowned as he looked at Ling Jiu's weak, translucent soul floating in midair, faintly glowing with Divine Essence Spirit Fire. Jiang Lin had no idea who she was.
"No... the aura is different." After carefully examining Jiang Lin, the weak, transparent soul shook her head, denying her own conclusion.
"You're a descendant of the Spirit Clan. I... am not dead yet?" Ling Jiu's weak soul did not remain stunned for long. Within a few breaths, she noticed her current circumstances. She lowered her head to look at her own body inside the bronze coffin, wrapped in Divine Essence Spirit Soul, then glanced at the excited Xuan Ji in the distance before turning back to the unflustered Jiang Lin.
"Though I cannot see you at your peak... even this glimpse seen through the Spiritual Eye is still so beautiful." Ling Jiu's soul silently watched Jiang Lin for a while. Through Ling Jiu's Spiritual Eye, Jiang Lin was like the spiritual center of the world, with endless energy surging wildly toward him before being continuously refined by his high-pressure spiritual energy furnace. What was even more terrifying was how calm the surface of that furnace was. If Ling Jiu's Spiritual Eye had not evolved through Source Qi, she would never have been able to perceive the true nature of Jiang Lin's "spiritual energy furnace."
"Senior, how can I help you?" Jiang Lin questioned her briefly, then directly asked Ling Jiu's weak soul in midair.
Jiang Lin had originally wanted to say that no one understood souls better than he did, but now he felt that Ling Jiu understood her own soul's condition better than all of them.
"Since I've already come back to life, there is no need to keep dying." Hearing this, Ling Jiu lowered her head