For some reason, however, the talisman in her hand suddenly seemed to have been placed under a restriction. No matter how she channeled her spiritual power, she could not activate it.
Nan Xianshi's expression changed, while Nangong Yuan across from her let out a breath of relief.
Just as Nan Xianshi was puzzled, a hand suddenly appeared and gently plucked the talisman from her grasp.
"Nephew Nan, as an elder, how can you so readily shout about killing and fighting the younger generation?" Bai Lan's smiling voice rang out from behind Nan Xianshi.
Nan Xianshi turned around in shock. "You, how did you know that I..."
"Bai Lan! It was you!! I'll kill you!!!" Before Nan Xianshi could finish, Nangong Yuan beside her exploded first.
"When dealing with disobedient juniors like this, one must use more heart-piercing methods to make them remember the lesson."
As Bai Lan spoke, she merely tightened her grip around that wisp of Nangong Yuan's natal primordial spirit. His roar instantly turned into a howl of agony, and he clutched his head in pain, squatted down, and rolled across the ground.
Nan Xianshi stared blankly at Nangong Yuan, who had suddenly lost all ability to fight, her expression frozen for a moment.
So Bai Lan had taken away a wisp of Nangong Yuan's divine soul. She should have said so earlier! What had those fifteen minutes of painstakingly circling around him been for, then?
"When facing enemies bent on killing me, I usually give them only two choices: death, or surrendering a wisp of their divine soul." Bai Lan looked expressionlessly at Nangong Yuan, who was convulsing on the ground. "Your natal primordial spirit is now in my hands. If you still cannot see reality for what it is... I would not mind borrowing the Corpse